A Sorta Fairytale
It was a day or two now, that Jaspers had been traveling to meet his beloved Rose. The rain made him really cold, and the wind almost blew him away a few times, but he was going to make it. Everything was going to be okay! He even saw his bird friend a few times, and it was just wonderful to see him again.
After finding some grass to chew on, Jaspers plucked it before continuing his walk. So on he went, and soon there was something... Something orange! The sky was dark, and it stuck out perfectly against the cold gray of the stone. So, Jaspers skulked closer, a little weary of what it might be, but he just has a feeling of who it was. Paws placed at the edge of the cave, Jaspers slowly peaks around the corner.
“Rose!” He exclaimed, running into the stone hold. “Rose it’s me!” And a deep purr rumbled in his chest.
