Unintentions.

It was a bright and breezy night. Roo was staring at the moon through a haze of thistle smoke, sitting at the top of the tallest fir tree and letting his feet dangle precariously over the forest floor. Kanga thought he was sleeping over at Tigger's house. Tigger was passed out on the sofa.

He just wanted a little air, that was all. He ( Read more... )