Thread:TheSecondEdgeOfTheBlade/@comment-34458033-20170403164045

I hope I picked the right tab on your wall for this. I'm applying to adopt Viner. I totally understand if you choose to decline and will not harbor any bas feelings. Below is my paragraph. I have chosen to write it as a story of sorts.

Viner stared down at Boots with a feeling of regret. Whilst visiting the Dump, he'd found a perfectly good crowbar resting atop a pile of garbage. It was just what he needed. He'd been extra careful as he climbed to the top of the mound, but on his way down, he had slipped and landed in a pile of sludge, some of it getting on Boots to his horror. Once he returned home, he threw the crowbar on the pile of other items he'd collected and was now cleaning Boots with a piece of cloth. He worked in silence as he contemplated the grave mistake he had made and wondered if Boots would ever forgive him. Once finished, he gazed down at them before gently brushing off a few stray bone fragments. "I promise I'll be more careful. I'll keep you safe." He felt a sense of comfort now. He loved Boots and Boots loved him. 