06-17-2008, 03:00 AM
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Immediately, at the sound of the bubbling water, Jasper scampered back over to the fire on his hands and knees, stopping only when he reached the very edges. Carefully, the young male started scooping out the rice, counting out eight handfuls in his head until he was done. Turning then, back to look at his father, Jasper frowned. He was silent for a moment, considering the things that he said. It was quite possible that it was because of the fire, but as soon as he'd noticed the smoke, after falling out of the tree house, he had made sure to cover his nose. Eyes narrowed suddenly, crossing inward at an attempt to look at his own muzzle. "Think it'll come back?" He questioned then, words leaving him in a rather depressed manner. |