In a grumpy spiral, Pirate tugged his ears away from Vance and snorffled again. This was not his plan, to be so clumsy. He didn't even want to think about trying to get up and falling again. He was supposed to be teaching Vance about prowess and grace, not spinning out on ice. They didn't have much ice in New Orleans, even in the winter the temperatures stayed warm enough above freezing. The swamps were draped in fog and muck, gray not white.
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