Post by Lia chan on May 1, 2010 14:33:22 GMT -8
Bobby
"I don't care if she was a swan or a duck," said Bobby defensively. "She was hot. She had nice hair." His defensive tone trickled off at the memory of the snow-white swan and her beautiful chest feathers. He noticed that Frederica's eyes were starting to fill with tears and he swum closer to her, bumping her with his fine head. "Don't worry, Ricy, Mummy will be all fine." He had sort of forgotten that his mother had gone missing; that swan was just so hot, she always filled his mind. "Who kidnapped her anyway?" He never even dreamed that his precious swan would be the one who was guilty of such a treacherous act.