The night came by as quickly as an oscelot in the fields. It was a shadow of darkness, when the farmers went back into their houses. But something happened. The cows randomly started shouting like crazy, while the horses began to kick their stables. The chickens scurried out of their coops, and the pig pens slowly began to smell like Bacon. There was a fire. The farmers quickly ran out of their cars, and called the firefighters, while the rest of the farmers fled. The pigs' yelping soon turned into utter screaming, and the smell of bacon grew extremely strong. The cows and horses bashed agaisnt their stables, and dashed out into a giant stampede, while the chickens ran off into the forests, far off. The firefighters came, but were too late. The barn was completely burnt down to crisps. Along with the pigs. The oscelots, though, were all standing on top of a giant sycamore tree just a few miles off from the farm. The farmers were utterly depressed, except for the lovely bacon dinner they all got to take home. But Mira wasn't happy. Her chickens were gone, and she was mad angry at her burnt down barns. She began to cuss at the firefighters, but then was pulled away by her father Sual, and taken back to try to repair it all. Tears ran across her soft cheeks, and she began to sing herself her baby lullaby, trying to stop crying. She sang melodically to herself; "Flowers, and roses and dandies will grow, While creepers and zombies will go in the row, Of the undead and mobs, the undead will show, How they will be faught, by the king of Saint's Row... His army will beat them~ With his gre-e-e-at swords, while arrows are flying And dancing with bows, The creepers will blow up but he-e-e will not sho-o-o-w... Any fear in his eyes, that they will~try to grow." ★★★The night was harsh with wild bats everywhere, dangling their little marbly eyeballs at the pack. Roc had a tough night. After seeing how his older brother was defeated, he cried himself to sleep. The coldness of the den wasn't helping either, for Roc's parents were out to talk with the Alpha about him not watching his children. Roc then, pondered...."Why did my father name me by his name? FlowCor...RocWolf backwards.....But why would he name me that...Is there something so special in my name that he won't tell me..?"Then, he was widely flabbergasted by the sudden smell of bacon, outside his den. His consciousness told him to stay inside, but his nose had a different idea. He lifted his paws and began to walk towards the smell of ..."Nice...delicious...Smoked....barbeque...oh yes....bacon....oh so much......wait, is that fire?!" He woke himself up and opened his eyes from following the scent. As he walked closer, he could hear screaming, and burning wood, and he went closer to the smell. Soon, he was able to hear chickens running wildly, when "BOOM!" The chickens stampeded right through his face, and one of them apparently smelled like...."Turd?" Roc wasn't sure if he should continue following the smell after seeing the lifelessly scared stampede of chickens, but his curiousity got the best of him. Soon, he saw something he wouldn't forget...ever again.
OH MY GOSH... FlowCor is RocWolf backwards! How did I never notice? I must've seen Roc's old signature at least 50 times, and I never noticed. Wow, nice job Spicy.
