|Canada just looks so cute with his first four provinces as babies, don't you agree?|
Once Upon A Time In Canada: Chapter 15Pictou was sitting down at his desk at school, hard at work. He was writing down some notes on Mrs. Balsey’s lectures in his exercise book.Once Upon A Time In Canada: Chapter 15 by TheRealCanadianBoys
Suddenly, Stewiacke and his buddies surged into the room rather abruptly and offensively. Stewiacke, very uncouthly, picked up one of Mrs. Balsey’s black marker pens for writing on her whiteboard, and he scrawled, “Pictou is a stinx!”, on Mrs. Balsey’s whiteboard, very disrespectfully.
Pictou, gasping in extreme shock and horror, and staring blankly at the insult on Mrs. Balsey’s whiteboard, all of a sudden, wet his pants. The smell of ammonia wafted in the air. “Ooh, my…” he murmured to himself very gently, but extremely shocked and horrified.
“Hey! Shoo! Shoo!” Mrs. Balsey exclaimed somewhat angrily at Stewiacke and his buddies, flapping both her hands up and down at them to try and drive them all out of her classroom. Pictou’s ammonia odour was strengthening by the second.
he cried because no one cried for himI found Death crying in the alleyway underneath my apartment window. He crouched, shaking and whimpering out his little mouse of a cry that was muffled by the rumbling cacophony of city night life. He didn't make himself seen and, like the child he was, huddled down and hid his face with his mitten-covered hands.he cried because no one cried for him by CelestialMemories
Death made eye contact with me as I watched him from the fire escape. He stared with bright blue eyes perfectly framed with long eye lashes. The chill bit and reddened his nose and cheeks, and his tears left frozen paths of black ice against his face. I didn't mean to, it was an accident, he pleaded with me.
I watched him as he shamefully picked up his victim, a tiny little kitten that was half frozen and curled tightly into itself. He tried to stroke it back to life, begging and pressing the small animal into his plush winter coat.
I'm sorry, he lisped, wiping snot onto his sleeve as he cradled the corpse like a beloved baby doll. My eyes followed his tiny