Things start to get weird…

Brownie Dog was having one of *those* mornings—his paws thumping across the wooden floors of their cozy seaside cottage, chasing invisible things that zipped and darted just out of reach. He huffed, wagged his tail, and barked at shadows that flickered in and out of existence. The Fairygodmother, sipping chamomile tea in her sun-drenched readingContinue reading “Things start to get weird…”

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