Stinky's son bob

A sound jarred me from my slumber. I had been sleeping since I laid down on the сиденье, место, сиденья the Назад night, and noticed that I needed to urinate bad, this might be hard with my screwed up ribs. It was quite dark in the Bronco due to it being covered in snow, I could not see out but I knew there had to be a lot from the way it was coming down the night before. But putting that aside, I keened my hearing. Something had moved outside, I swore I heard something bump into my Bronco. I heard еще rustling, I reached вперед and grabbed the steering wheel and painfully brought myself up to a sitting...

Though I heard a growl coming from the room on the right I went in there, I was hoping it was just a крыса или maybe running water from the mote.
I trotted into the room.. I shouldn't have been so happy with myself, I was so ignorant at this point I ignored all the dangers that could have been around.
I looked around the room, I saw ropes and blood.
"What could that be.." I сказал(-а) quietly.
"Ooh god.." My eyes grew larger. I looked at the piece of paper. It had shown a man tied upside down and two men sawing his body in half.
My paws were shaking, my head was pounding. I ran out of the room. "AAAAH!"...

12/27/11

A couple days had passed since Kate asked if we could make the trip to Jasper to see her family, and now after having a long talk with dad, it was a green light! First priority was to get the Bronco road worthy for the long drive since my Tacoma pickup was still up at the Магазин getting bodywork done. Also I would have to put in a new stero, the stock Ford AM radio was shot and I could not drive over 3,000 miles without tunes! Namely my AC/DC albums and all the other songs on my iPod.
I pulled the Bronco into the lift бухта, залив with Kate riding in the passenger seat. She was in anthro form...