VS
The scent of love was in the air in the lush meadows of Teenagehood. I waited patiently for it to show itself. It was 4 pm and something stirred in the tall grass. The puggle squirmed its way out of the swamp-like garden and swatted the blades of grass off his snout and eyes with his paw. Riding into the smoke of a fire, it swaggered amongst the tall and proud men. I watched as they took turns licking each others ears and when I next turned around they were intertwined and asleep, the eeriness had lifted and someone was whispering "you are safe here, you are safe here".
