4PG004 - Dana Sherwood

Dusk drifts in on a celebration. A furry friend's daily scavenging has found her in the yard of Dana Sherwood's forest. With trepidation she follows the heavy scent on the air. The source comes in the form of a wonderland. Such a merry occasion she has never seen! Plates overflowing with meats and treats to make any hirsute diner squeal in glee. Seated at the luxurious table she sinks in her teeth and savors. Savage and bloody the tearing and ripping. Intestines squishing between gnashing teeth and snorting bubbling nose deep. What noble fare! After dinner fill her cup and up to romp about the yard she dances with a swollen belly under the moon and sausage streamers. A night not soon to be forgot! The feast of the lucky Skunk.