dancing after death

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you Phoebe laughed lightly at the image that Sunjata painted, him as a boy being chased around by hounds in the yard. ”Were they successful?” she asked, wondering if it was an effective method. Perhaps she ought to adopt a sheepdog to help her keep the boys from running off when Pim got bored. Of course, then she thought of Pim chasing the boys around, trying to herd them like a dog on feet that were never meant to move over the ground with that sort of swiftness. The giggle turned into a full laugh at the thought. {cay}”Can you imagine Pim trying to actually herd them?” she said, knowing Jata would be well aware of the issue there. Pim’s lizard feet were good for scurrying and lumbering about, but quick turns were certainly not his forte – at least not while on the ground.