Mickey
**hurry hurry hungry hungry so SLOW** Vocalizing urgently,
hoping to speed the girl. Finally food confronts him, his stomach
leaps throatward in anticipation. Flavours roll across tongue and
assault nostrils, reminiscent of many creatures and foodstuffs. All
too soon only scratched plastic remains. Tongue scrapes lips and
whiskers for stray particles. He hears the water stop. **Ah! Love
finishes her torture.** Trotting towards her bedroom, stomach
wagging pleasantly full, he is content.
stay|exit