AlfaFilly

Premise | Setting | Character Creation | Rules | Judging Criteria | FAQ| Prizes |Discord A long week it was, the Cluster agreed, Since Salmouth's banks burst and floods rose with great speed. The stoat kept their secrets held tight to their chest, The crawfish stood up to prevent foul unrest, The old cranky owl had stayed true to his gig, The white bat was sated, as she got her fig. Both rabbit and spider seemed lost in the wake, Miss frog chose her side and stayed friends with the snake, The first vole had lost, she had gained, she had grown, Much like the squirrel; neither was alone. The group hoped those sweet little rats would return, Young bat found no muscles he'd spared left to burn, Had toad-man learned something? It's anyone's bet - For dog and his mum, we can check on the Net. But wait, were the other three souls ever found? The snake and the fake and the bird from Around? Well, there are two common stories of those, But I know the real one (because, well, I chose). The