Originally Posted by Benson
"My head? Okay!" The big lummox reared up in manner of purple wurm, like a snake about to strike, towering over the little pup...and then.
Wham. Wrymple slammed its head into the ground, derped, its mouth hanging open. "Owie..that no feel nice....."
Sugar shakes her head. "Close your mouth. Dig in soft dig. Dirt is soft here." The pup took a pointing position, front left paw up.