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A.J. Fernsby
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The name's Taz
The name’s Taz, but some call me Flippers, or “Get down” or “Come back here!” I answer to all of them, most of the time. Today is an unusual day because the car ride doesn’t typically take this long, I wonder where we are going. We are always going for car rides together, mostly to my favorite spot with the big rocks and all the little prickly plants to sniff around. Just make sure you don’t touch those things; trust me they are not fun. Boy, do I love adventuring with my human.
By A.J. Fernsby2 years ago in Petlife
Something Doesn't Belong
A small barn owl found a new home in an old, abandoned barn out in the English countryside. There were many places to choose from, but this place felt like home to her and her mate. With every day that passed it was getting colder, and frost began to form on the grassy hills. They felt safe and warm and were surrounded by forest for them to hunt during the night.
By A.J. Fernsby2 years ago in Fiction