Sticks and stones ☁️ Fishing

[RB Graveyard]

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You're alive and so am~

The boy had grown, his legs long and slender and Wheatley finally grew into his ears. The dogs nose was still a brownish pink and he still had the faint smell of puppy breath, but his size and weight alone told him he had grown much more than he had thought. Wheatley's painted coat had darkened in colour, but still had those soft white edges. The boy supposed his sister had grown too, but he hadnt really seen her around lately. He preferred to stay up on the mountain; wanted to get a good view of his mother, but the days had been getting hotter and much longer. The dog didnt know what to do with himself.

He could go into town, maybe by the shore? Wheatley carefully made his way down off the side of the small mountain, his toes digging into the rocky dirt. Staying up in the mountains all day, well it made him think. Some thoughts we wonderful thoughts like trying salmon or when he ate a butterfly..others weren't so great like why did their mother leave. Were they not good enough for her, was he not good enough for her to stick around? Where was their father, did he think that Honey and him arent good enough?

Shaking his head lightly, Wheatley had made his way to the sandy shore of the sea town. While exhaustion pulled at his legs, he didnt feel like laying down. "Does anyone know where i can find a fisherman?" he asked aloud.

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