Summer's over, love had left me screaming at the screen
Oh, and it's understood that the both of us are no good
Oh, and it's understood that the both of us are no good
Bart’s reaction is just as bug-eyed as Melita’s, and he barks a laugh when they both automatically look to each other in wonder at their own success. When the unicorn he had roped pins its ears at the sound he chuckles apologetically, wincing. His Nonna must be somewhere shaking her head in blatant wonderment at his success, but Bart isn’t going to be the one to question it.
Seems the others had the same amount of luck, and he hopes it holds out because this is already going to undoubtedly be a long ass journey. No sense in dawdling at the start then - Bartholomew urges his horse onward, the unicorn hopefully following once it feels the pressure of the lasso around its neck.
Seems the others had the same amount of luck, and he hopes it holds out because this is already going to undoubtedly be a long ass journey. No sense in dawdling at the start then - Bartholomew urges his horse onward, the unicorn hopefully following once it feels the pressure of the lasso around its neck.
When I go, bury me six feet in snow
BARTHOLOMEW
