Pretty PawsTaking a break from the hustle and bustle.Pretty Paws by rumpelteaser
Relaxing before the homework.
A noise awakens you from slumber, you see a girl.
A Leopard Girl stretches in her chair.
Relaxing from a rough day, she begins to take off her shoes.
She untied and pull off her right shoe and then the left.
Exposing her printed socks.
White socks with pink hearts.
This isn't enough.
She then peels of her printed socks.
Exposing her leopard paws.
she fives her feet a breath of fresh air.
Relieving her feet of sweat.
She lounges for a time.
Getting comfortable for some time.
Are you going to talk with her?
That is your choice to make.
Goodnight DadHere's some music to go with this storyGoodnight Dad by some-girl-who-draws
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The elevator doors opened and out stepped Sherman. He was all grown-up now and had travelled all the way from his home to visit the old penthouse he once lived at. Now it was just owned by the famous Mr. Peabody, who had disappeared out of the limelight quite some time ago, due to him not appearing as often.
The reason? Mr. Peabody was too old.
Sherman’s shoes squeaked against the laminated floors as he glanced around at the mostly unchanged house he used to roam about in as a child. He entered the lounge, looking about for his father.
"Hello?" he called out.
Suddenly, there was a quiet thud at the door. Sherman swivelled around and saw it open slightly. A cane came through, shortly followed by the hunched, greying figure of Mr. Peabody himself. His green eyes sparkled the moment they set upon Sherman.
"Ah Sherman, my boy," the elderly genius greeted, "so glad to fin