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I like to draw Pokemon and Don Bluth characters. If you don't know who Don Bluth is, go look him up. Anyway, I like to draw fan art. I don't have original characters. I had some, but they all sucked.

I'm trying to make more hand drawn art in my gallery than I used to. I used to draw on MS Paint, but I figured out that my MS Paint drawings look bad. Sometimes, I may color my hand drawn fan art in GIMP. I also my make alot of stamps.

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Artwork that is better than the crap I submit. :)

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    Bill grabbed the hood of the blue garment the small, fuzzy critter wore, which finally gained their notice. The short animal turned her head toward the much taller weasel, knitting her brows.

    “What on Earth do you think you’re doing?” she demanded in a wheezy voice.

    The target the weasels had acquired seemed to be an elder woman, judging by her voice, the wrinkles on her face, and how slowly she moved. Yep, she was certainly getting up there in age. She had large, round ears, brown fur, a twitchy little nose, a round snout, and chubby cheeks. With her age and her chubby little body, it was unusual to think she’d be venturing underground where boiling lava waited right underneath her. Yet, here she was, ripe for the taking and ready to be brought to the Panther King.

    “Your presence is required at the castle, Madame.” Bill replied with a grin. “We’ll need you to come with us right away.”

    “Am I expected to be playing dress up with you two strange young men right now?” asked the woman, cocking a brow. “I’m in a hurry!”

    “We won’t tolerate resistance, Ma’am. Help me, Bob!”

    Bob trudged over, reaching for the old woman’s left arm that she’d tucked under her poncho, grabbing it. Once Bill let go of her hood and took her arm instead, they began to carry her off. However, before they could get up the stairway, Bob felt a rather big foot kick into his side and knock him away from the woman. As he rolled into the dirt, carefully catching himself so he wouldn’t tumble off the edge, he let off a growl toward the old woman.

    “Yeh rowdy ol’ hag! Why, if we didn’t need yer legs, I’d… I’d…” he groaned, picking himself up.

    “Oh, really? But my feet aren’t lucky.” The woman said meekly as she dug into her big pocket on the front of her poncho. She hung by Bill’s grasp, who squinted his eyes when he was presented with a celery stick. “You young boys are awfully rough. Here’s a snack to share while you wait for somebody else to play with you.”

    “We’re men, Ma’am, and we’re not playing games.” Bill hissed, lifting the woman closer to his face. “…And, uh, we don’t eat vegetables either.”

    “Well, that’s no good.” Said the old woman with concern. “Young men need greens to stay healthy. Let me give you some more.”

    Bob grabbed the woman’s free arm again, trying to disregard the celery stalk that was now in his face.

    “At least now we know ‘er legs are strong.” Bob uttered. “Ah was startin’ ta think this squirrel might not of been worth it.”

    “Squirrel?” The old woman raised her brows. “Now hold on a minute, you boys! You’re even more confused than I thought!”

    Bill was about to lead Bob up the stairs with the haul they got when the woman’s words made him freeze. She wasn’t what they were looking for after all? Well, she did look short enough but… If she wasn’t what the professor said to look for, it probably wouldn’t do? But how wouldn’t it? Was the Panther King any wiser than them? Maybe not, but if he was…

    “Ma’am, what are you?” Bill asked.

    “I’m a pika, young man.” Replied the old woman.

    At that moment, Bob released the woman’s arm and snapped a squinted-eyed gazed at her. Bill sighed and gently set the women down in front of him, then setting his free hand on his hip.

    “A pika.” He said, annoyed. “I’ve never heard of a pika in my life.”

    “It appears as though you two have never heard of a squirrel in your lives either.” Replied the woman. “Squirrels have big, bushy tails and I don’t. You two really should start eating your greens. It might help.”

    “Really?” Bill asked. “And what else?”

    “A squirrel will have a twitchy nose-“

    “You have a twitchy nose, Ma’am.”

    “But I don’t have a bushy tail!”

    Bob couldn’t help but cock a brow, setting himself next to Bill and nudging his elbow.
“Bill, how do we know we could trust ‘er?” he whispered as Bill leaned a little closer to him. “She’s kind of… Y’know…”

    “I know, but the professor wasn’t kind enough to tell us anything.” Bill whispered back.

    For someone who was in a hurry, the pika didn’t seem to have any issue standing there while the guardsmen came to their conclusion. In the meantime, she began to dig in her poncho’s pocket again, pull out more vegetables, and shove them into Bob’s arms before he even noticed.

    “I’d like you to have a little more greens to help get you boys into shape. I thought maybe it’d make you feel a little better. You both seem so down.” She said.

    “Ma’am, could you tell us more about red squirrels?” asked Bill.

    “Oh, red squirrels? Well, they’re red!” replied the elder pika. “They have shiny, bright red fur. They’re very pretty if I do say so! Don’t mix ‘em up with those common gray squirrels, though.”

    “Red fur… Big bushy tail…” Bill uttered to himself to get himself to remember. “…And they’re short, too?”

    “Most of ‘em, I think.” The pika replied. “Well, it’s been so nice to meet you both, but I have to go. I’m seeing my granddaughter at her new job! She’s a dancer, y’know. Oh, but if you see her, don’t tell her I’m comin’! It’s a surprise!”

    Before either of them could question the woman further, she had turned away and began crossing the bridge to what looked to be the next underground realm. They had to assume that wherever the little old pika was going was safe enough, for what kind of theater would be built somewhere inaccessible and dangerous? Then again, they both could hear roaring in the distance. Maybe that was just part of the production.

    “Damn… We should’ve asked her where we could find a squirrel…” muttered Bill. “You don’t suppose one would be nearby, would you?”

    “….Ah wouldn’t know.” Bob shrugged, one of the vegetables falling from his arms and rolling into the lava. “We ‘aven’t seen much of this place. Ah didn’t even know you could go underground.”

    “Some royal guardsmen we are. All the information we ‘ave about this place is from stories my mum used to tell us and whatever the professor could be arsed to tell us.” Sighed Bill, brushing his hand under his helmet.

    “And whatever we observe from every time we go to milk one of ‘em uptight cows up there.” Added Bob, who started to nibble on a celery stalk. Let’s see… There’s a mountain of bull shit where dung beetles live, who keep cows captive to make more bull shit. Next to the poo ‘ill is an abandoned barn that some objects had taken up residence in, along with bats, bees, and th’ most annoying mouse! There are no other places of residence in sight. Add on what yer mum used to tell us.”

    “Weasels, who used to run the land, have mostly scattered. And the rest of the population? One panther.”  Bill had been observing their surroundings as he spoke, looking into the u-bend’s entrance behind them. “How is there only one of him, anyway? If there supposedly used to be so many of us…”

    “Ah don’t know. Like you said, all we know is what she was allowed to tell us. Have somethin’ to eat, Bill. Yer getting’ skinnier every day.”

    Bob poked Bill with another celery stalk. Bill turned away from the u-bend for a moment to cock a brow at the gesture.

    “….Do you really think I’m going to eat that?” Bill asked.

    “Ye might as well.” Replied Bob. “It’s going to be a long day.”

    “I won’t touch anything that’s not meaty.”

    Bob then threw a carrot at Bill’s face.

    “…Oh, alright.”

    Bill picked up the carrot and took the celery stalk, then started to nibble on it as well. They hadn’t really had a proper breakfast that morning, so it at least gave them their nourishment for the day. Bill hated the way it felt on his teeth, how it crunched and shed this tasteless juice. Bob couldn’t complain; it was a horrible waste not to utilize something given out for free, after all. It wasn’t like they’d ever get to sit down and eat something they’d really want any time soon, anyway.

    “….Hey, Bob? Do you remember how I was talking about running away earlier?” Bill asked, quickly met with a groan from Bob.

    “We talked about this, Bill. That’d be impossible. As much as I’d like to, we ‘ave no place to go and we don’t got any money.”

    “Actually, about the money… I was thinking we could scam whoever comes through here!” Bill then gestured toward the strip of land that stood between the two bridges. “Look, we could stand there, block the bridge the lady just crossed with our spears, then demand money for them to get passed. We’ll act like the king requires us to demand money for their passage, since that woman did notice our attire after all. Anyone will be able to tell we’re royal mercenaries.”

    “Really?” asked Bob, setting his right hand on his hip. “And who’s going to come through ‘ere? Y’think anyone’s really going t’find that secret entrance? Or go through that bluidy u-bend that’s filled up with blades?”

    “Why not? That old pika came through that secret entrance.” Bill started to peer down the u-bend, inching closer to its edge. “And now that I look… This u-bend is made so people to pass through! There’s a ladder someone could climb up to ‘ere, and a rope, too!”

    “It’s probably just a complicated trap someone built a long time ago. Maybe even castle guards before us built it to keep anyone else out.” Bob started to peer down the u-bend, too, while grabbing Bill’s sleeve and pulling him away from the edge. “No one could come through there. They’d get their arses sliced to bits in seconds!”

    “You think so?” Bill asked as he tugged himself away from Bob’s grasp. “I don’t know. I think they might have a chance.”

        “A chance. Don’t be bluidy ridiculous.” Bob knitted his brows as he looked away from the taller weasel and toward the direction the old pika walked into. Gripping onto the spear he held, he rubbed the sweat off his temple with his free hand. God, it was hot here. “Maybe you should try it out yerself, see ‘ow well that works out for yeh.”

    “….What a great idea!”

    The spear Bill held gave a “clunk!” as it hit the ground right behind where Bob stood. Bob turned to face it again, only to find that Bill was now longer standing there. His eyes went wide as he ran toward the top of the u-bend to look over it.

    “Bill?”

    Bill had already made it all the way down the rope that hung there and swung into the hole in its wall to make his way to the other side of the u-bend. Much to Bob’s horror, it seemed he really was meaning to face the rotating blades that awaited him there.

    “Bill! No, no! You… Y-you stupid bloke! Ah didn’t mean to-I… Oh, no…”

    Bob dropped his spear, beginning to shudder at the sheer thought of what was going to happen to Bill down there. He grabbed his own ears, covering them as he shut his eyes tightly. If Bill got sliced in half down there, he didn’t want to hear it. He didn’t want to hear what would mark his being all alone again. He could just stand there forever, not hearing or seeing a thing until the Panther King himself came to collect him and put an end to his life.

    Not long later, there came a gentle tap on Bob’s shoulder. Here he is now, about to yell my ears off right before he ends me! Bob thought. There came two gentle taps. That’s just how it was. There was a calm before the storm. He was always elegant before he was monstrous. Always with his slow movements and way of speech, peering down with his bright amber eyes right before he roared and tore into one’s body.

    Though at the moment, his claws seemed awfully small. Not to mention…wet?

    Bob’s eyes snapped open, much to Bill’s relief.

    “Are you alright?” Bill asked, backing away slightly.

    “I-I… Ah’m fine.” Bob shook the worry off himself right away, almost as though he’d never shut down in the first place. He then gave Bill a hard elbow to the side. “Don’t yeh ever do that again! Stupid bloke…”

    “Ow! Alright, well I’m glad you’re okay because we need to get into place.” Bill picked his spear up with his dripping hands and started for the small strip of land in between the two bridges. “There’s a squirrel coming!”

    “…A what?!” Bob followed as soon as he picked his own spear up, cocking a brow. “Don’t tell me you saw a real squirrel down there.”

    “I did!” Bill replied, giving a grin. “A red one, too!”

    “And yeh expect it’s gonna make it all th’ way up ‘ere?”

    “Why not? I did!”

    “And joost ‘ow in th’ ‘ell did yeh manage to do that?”

    “I’m a good swimmer. I thought you’d have noticed by now.”

    As the two continued their banter as they got into position, another had since taken notice. Someone stood far behind them, taking cover where the dinosaurs roamed as he listened to the duo, studying how they spoke and what they did. They were trying to scam a squirrel? Amateurs. Easy pickings for a professional like him.
Weasel Country - Chapter Three
This is the one where you collectively go "Yikes, why is there an OC here?" 

This is going to be the one time any of you actually see me insert an OC into a fan story. Although I do have fan characters, I tend to keep them out of fanfics because I know that's not what anybody comes to read a fanfic for. Buuut, somebody had to tell these young men what a squirrel looked like, because they sure as hell weren't going to get that answer from Ze Professor or the Panther King, the shitty co-worker and boss they are respectively.

And yes, this is still going.
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Cookie by Wolena
Cookie
Would you believe me if I told you that this wasn't an OC of mine? That this guy is actually from a cartoon?

Well, I've never been into Rayman, but I was shown this unfinished animated series not too long ago. And wouldn't you believe it, one of the characters grew on me. This is Cookie, a whiny handyman of ambiguous species. I choose to believe he's a weasel because 1) any site that has a description of him can't decide if he's a mole or a dog, and he doesn't look like either of those things to me 2) my friend got me to watch this show by telling me that there was a weasel in it, so god dammit I'm gonna have my weasel. So, shame on me for liking one, just one, character from an animated series to a game series that I don't even play. 

If you're not me, he's pretty annoying. They make him make up for how much he complains by making him the best freaking mechanic ever, fixing a random guy's car and inventing a ceiling spying-scope, and basically the most useful member of the group, though. I mean, the guy cooks for everyone, too. And he saves Betina's ass at one point, yet she still has the nerve to complain about him in the next episode. It's a shame the series got cut short, because I would've loved to see this guy's backstory, or at least just some more him even if I did have to sit through the other characters I don't really care about. ...Okay, I lie; I kind of like Lac Mac.

Changed his appearance a tad; for one, that weird, neon aqua blue hair of his was bugging me, because that color doesn't go with the green on his overalls. I made it navy blue and figured it'd be cool to make it look like his natural hair color was showing a bit. And aside from giving him a tail and ears, I think I did a good job staying true to his original design and character. I'm gonna be a bit cocky and say that I really like the facial expression I gave him.
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“Gentlemen…”

They hadn’t realized what little time they had to sleep that night, between that awful punishment and having to fetch the professor. Did they even sleep that night? At the moment, Bill felt groggy and discombobulated, like his memories were out of order and backwards. The professor came into the throne room and he said something about….potted elephant plants? No, wait. He started talking about how he had been trying to figure out how to fix the table, or something like that. Luckily, Bill and Bob had both trained themselves to wake at the sound of a pin dropping and to make themselves look as though they’d been awake the entire time. They both straightened their postures and looked up at the Panther King, Bob holding back a yawn.

“Yes, My Liege?” Bill asked meekly, still blinking the sand out of his eyes.

“Get me one of these…’red squirrels’.” the King growled as he stared right into Bill’s eyes, clenching his right fist while his long, grey tail flickered behind him.

Bill flinched at the eye contact his master made with him. Lord, was it uncomfortable when he did that, and the Panther King knew it. He made sure to give Bob the same wide-eyed, intense glare just to make sure the message was ingrained in the both of them. Meanwhile, as Bob tried to look away, he and Bill both wondered just what a squirrel had to do with anything. Not to mention, they weren’t too sure of what a red squirrel was; Bill figured they must’ve missed the professor describing one while they’d fallen asleep. As confused as they were, however, they both knelt on one knee and bowed before the king.

“Yes, My Liege…” Bill uttered, Bob mouthing the same phrase.

Bob looked over at the professor to see if he could catch any reference of what a “red squirrel” was supposed to be on the blueprints he’d set up on that easel. Just when his eyes caught what looked to be a stick figure with a round tail and short ears that had the word “squirrel” scribbled beside it, the professor snatched up the easel and began carrying it away. The elder weasel shot a side glare at Bob, who knitted his brows in response, right before giving a wide grin and speeding out of the throne room. Bob scowled at the doorway the professor hovered out, inwardly cursing himself for coming into contact with that old fuddy duddy willingly.

“Ahem.” The Panther King coughed into his hand, causing the two weasels to whip their gazes back up at him once again. “You are dismissed.”

Neither of the two dared question any further, despite their lack of knowledge of what the King was even asking for. Questioning anything, especially since they’d just so cleverly covered up the fact that they’d fallen asleep, would be suicide. They both just nodded and turned to walk through the rounded hole in the wall.

“And one more thing.” the Panther King added.

“Yes, My Liege?” Bill turned his head back toward the large, greying panther, elbowing a resisting Bob to do the same.

“Do not return to me empty-handed.” he continued, the pitch of his already deep voice lowering. “You two hardly cease to disappoint me with how little you’ve managed to wise up over the years. I’m hoping that this time will be different.”

“Yes, Sire.” Bill answered, beginning to feel the fur on his long neck stand up.
“If it isn’t, you know what’ll happen, don’t you?” The panther’s amber eyes were locked right onto Bob, who promptly looked away, knowingly. “I have no need for guards so foolish.”

It wasn’t as though neither of them had seen such a threat coming, nor was such a threat unusual coming from the Panther King. Still, they clenched their teeth at the sound of it and it took a lot of strength for them to remain in their proper stances with little reaction. Bill’s grip on his spear tightened, as though he were about to face death right at that moment. He glanced back toward Bob, who was suddenly lost in thought with wide eyes. The Panther King gave them a gesture of dismissal, which allowed them to finally turn away and leave his presence.

They hadn’t been away from the Panther King for five minutes before Bill allowed himself to break his composure, body shaking and both paws gripping his spear tightly to himself. Every step down the castle stairwell felt heavier to him, as though anything could cause him to lose his balance at any second. Perhaps it should. The stairs might be more forgiving and comfortable. Bob walked silently, as though he were still inside of his head. His eyes had gone back to being half-lidded and his fur was still held in place, unlike Bill’s. Often, he was mistaken for being apathetic, but the truth was that he was just good at keeping all of his fear and anger on the inside of himself. Seldom was there any proper outlet for it, and at times he was even jealous of Bill’s being able to let out his emotions.

“It’s all my fault, isn’t it? I knew this would happen…” Bill quaked. “Bob… Say something to me. Tell me you’re not upset with me.”

Bob was silent, only looking down at his feet as he continued to follow Bill down the stairway. He gave a sigh of irritation, though it wasn’t necessarily aimed toward Bill.
“Look, I know I promised not to leave you alone,” Bill continued. “But you’ll be fine, right? You’re strong. Maybe you’ll be better off without me-“

“Stop.” Bob finally demanded, looking up. “Just what makes yeh think it’s gonna be yeh? Yeh do yer job, so do Ah. We do what we can. We get punished for ‘is entertainment, for petty purposes. It’s ‘is bluidy fault, yeh git. Now come on. Let’s go find what we can an’ get this over with.”

“You don’t know what a squirrel is, do you?” asked Bill. “Because I’ve no clue.”

“Nah, probably a small creature wit’ a big tail. That’s all I got.” Bob sighed. “We’re screwed, huh?”

“Maybe we don’t have to be….” Bill put a paw to his forehead, rubbing under his metal helmet. “Bob, do you think that maybe we could… I don’t know, leave?”

“And go where?” Bob asked, cocking a brow.

“Anywhere? I don’t know. Who’s to say we’ll find a squirrel nearby? Maybe we’ll have to travel far away to find one!” Bill continued. “Maybe it’ll take days! Weeks! Years, Bob! That sounds reasonable, right?”

“Yer not slick.” Bob sighed. “Listen, Ah hate him and Ah hate livin’ ‘ere. We don’t know nuthin’ ‘bout livin’ anywhere else, though. What could we do? If we even try anythin’ sneaky, he’ll catch us.”

“Let’s just go get a house and then we could learn about what it’s like to be peasants!” Bill continued down the stairway until making his way toward the door to the outside. “We could change our clothes and blend in with the other weasels! Aren’t there more of them living on the land’s outskirts? No one will find us.”

“With what money?” Bob followed Bill out as the door was opened, then cut in front of him and turned toward him. “You got anythin’?”

“….No.” Bill’s shoulders dropped at this. He hated it when that happened, any time he thought he’d come up with something brilliant, only for it to be quickly proven not to work. “….I supposed we’d better figure out what a squirrel is.”

They made their way away from the castle, down a grassy hill toward the world their boss supposedly ruled over. The castle overlooked a wide, green valley that rested just below a barnyard and a man-made mountain where the dung beetles resided. Unfortunately, it was the latter the two guardsmen had to cut through first. The overbearing scent of feces caught Bill’s nose by surprise not the second he stepped foot on the moist, lumpy texture.

“Ack! Ah, blimey!” Bill clasped his paws over his nose, coughing as he forced himself to step further onto the beetles’ territory. It didn’t help that his bare feet had to touch the slimy poo as he walked on it.

“Mmm…” Bob, however, padded passed Bill and began to observe the area with squinted eyes. “Nuthin’ but beetles live ‘ere if Ah’m rememberin’ right. Not sure any ‘squirrel’ in th’ right mind would come up ‘ere. Gotta admit, though; it’s rather impressive that th’ dung beetles made this themselves.”

“Oh, ‘impressive’, indeed.” Bill uttered under his paws. “It’s a wonder His Majesty’s never had this all knocked down. There’s one thing I wouldn’t have minded.”

“Wot’s up wit’ you, then?” Bob asked, turning a confused gaze toward Bill.

“This stench doesn’t… Never mind.” Bill had forgotten that it took a lot for something for something to phase Bob’s nostrils. Either that, or Bob just couldn’t smell.

Bob knitted his brows together before looking away from Bill and starting to move ahead of him. There was a very large hill where dung beetles rolled around their lumpy balls of poo into little crevices they’d made homes for themselves in, a large opening at the very bottom of it. In front of the man-made hill was a small cabin, where surely someone resided. Bob opened the door to it slightly, only to find an empty desk and an opened trap door that was filled up with contaminated water. He walked inside, Bill following and shutting the door to the cabin immediately before gasping for air.

“Standin’ on this mountain’s bad enough, but any creature would ‘ave to be mad to swim in that.” Bob uttered as he peered into the trap door. “Prob’ly wouldn’t be worth askin’ yeh to go down there, would it?”

Bob noticed quickly that Bill wasn’t paying attention to him. He turned away from the trap door to see Bill holding up a soggy magazine that had a top-naked beaver woman on the cover. As Bill observed the magazine’s rather scandalous contents, Bob approached him from behind and looked over his shoulder.

“What th’ ‘ell’s that?” Bob started to reach for the magazine as Bill held it away from him and gave a playful grin.

“I can’t show you! You’re too young for this yet!” the taller weasel teased.

“Come off it, yeh git. I’m only a year short of yeh.” Bob knitted his brows in irritation while Bill continued to chuckle.

“I think you mean a year and a half, Bob.”

“We’re both in our twenties.”

“Fair enough.” Bill handed the soggy magazine to Bob, who gave a grunt of discomfort at just how wet it was as he flipped through it. He almost regretted asking to look at it, as he hated the feeling of water.

“These gurls look uncomfortable. Yeesh.” Bob uttered, especially wincing at one picture which showed one of the models in bondage. “What made yeh look through this?”

“I wanted to see if there were any squirrels in it.” Bill replied. “All of the girls innat book seem to be the same species, though.”

“Th’ thing says ‘Beaver Monthly’ on th’ front. Ah think these are beavers.” Bob dropped the soggy magazine to the floor. He had no use for the blurred pictures, which was a shame because it seemed that the girls in them would be pretty cute otherwise.

“Y’know, I suppose someone had to come this way.” Bill began. “Someone went in that disgusting pool down there, dropped their magazine and came out here. Whoever he is, he might still be around here.”

“Yer assumin’ it’s a bloke?”

“Who’s to say the owner of that magazine isn’t a squirrel? Dung beetles don’t swim, do they?” Bill looked at the magazine again, picking it back up and observing the barcode on the back. There was an address above it, but it was entirely blurred into a mess of black ink from how wet it was. “…Mother Nature doesn’t make anything easy.”

Leaving the magazine behind and walking out of the cabin, the two opted for walking around the large poo hill for any signs of anything that wasn’t a dung beetle. As they made their way behind the hill, they caught sight of a short, round-eared animal wearing a blue poncho. The animal knelt down and started scratching at the feces they stood on. Bill tried to resist scrunching his face up in disgust at this until the animal revealed a plank of wood that was hidden under the feces. Upon the animal lifting the plank, the two weasels could see a staircase that lead to the underground.

“Looks about th’height of the gap, right?” Bill whispered. Bob nodded.

The animal padded slowly down the stairs, as though they were fragile and easily broken. This didn’t bother Bill and Bob, for they’d trained themselves to stand still and quietly for when they’d stand gracefully at each side of the king’s throne. The skill that’s been forced into their skulls had finally become useful for something other than show, for it clicked in both of their brains that they were hunters now. If they had to dishonestly stalk such a small and fragile creature, then so be it. Bob was apathetic, Bill excited. Whatever got their lives spared, they were all for. Whatever kept them together, they’d do.

Bob went first, slowly moving his weight down the stairs as soon as the small creature was out of sight. He took about three or four steps down before stopping and motioning Bill to follow. They both took their time down these steps, careful not to allow the creature in front of them to hear them. Soon, they found themselves out in some sort of rocky cavern that was split by the end of a u-bend. Looking down, they noticed that they were the U-bend suspended them above the brightness and heat of lava. However, Bob’s eyes wandered just a little to the right, which allowed him to realize that the inside of the u-bend was littered with rotating blades. The way to this place was well-guarded, as one wrong step would either have them burned or sliced in half.

Bob felt a nudge at his shoulder, looking up to see Bill’s hand pointing toward the still slowly moving critter moving across a small wooden bridge. The creature paused to reach under their poncho, pulling out a folded sheet of paper with little words scribbled on it and studying it. That’s when Bill bounded forward.
Weasel Country - Chapter Two
Welp, I promised I go all through with this story if I ever wrote it and I intend to keep that promise. Here's the second chapter of... Er... Their bad fur day?

Now that it's established what Bill and Bob must do, they observe the world they live in to look for clues. I should also add that I made it a note to myself to get them out of Poo Mountain as soon as dang possible because I hate writing the word "poo" and describing it. Eugh.
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Thanks for the fav!Hug :) (Smile) 
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Gold-Fang Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2014  Hobbyist Filmographer
Thank you for the fav!
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Yumegaruu Featured By Owner Dec 31, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the fave Hug 
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LooneyArtist Featured By Owner Dec 11, 2013  Student General Artist
:sing: A very, merry,un-wait...it IS you birthday...hmmm A very merry PRO-birthday, to you!! :sing: :XD::XD: Couldn't resist. Happy Birthday, bud!:hug: I hope you have an awesome one :D 
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Wolena Featured By Owner Dec 11, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Awwww! =D Thanks, bud! :hug: Have a merry holiday!
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LooneyArtist Featured By Owner Dec 11, 2013  Student General Artist
No problem, :hug: and thanks, you too! :aww:
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