Doof! Aaah!

Doof! His head hit the grass landing upon a grassy, soft spot of sunshine. The anticipated biscuit break becoming an ever decreasing priority as his belly lost the war with his luxurious pelt. Silver heat, subtle yet persistent brewing deliciously within the thicknesses of his mane. There is no reason good nor indifferent to move from the moment. Aaah!

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