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thought
flashback
I don't own Happy Tree Friends
As the moon cast its first rays of light in the small house, I sat in my chair in front of the fire. Snow fell outside as the wind screamed.
"Wow, that's quite a storm. I wouldn't be surprised if the roads are too icy to drive on tomorrow."
Over the wind's constant scream, I heard something all to familiar, a child screaming in pain. I fought when my disorder tried to kick in and opened his door. My eyes grew wide as I looked down, revealing a human girl who couldn't be a day over nine. I gently picked up the now unconcious girl and carried her to my bed. Her hair was brown and curly, it reminded me of Disco Bear's. She wore a simple brown coat and a red scarf, with a brown valet cap on her head. What intrigued me most about her was the cane she carried, wood with a silver wolf head.
As I put her down, I felt a warm substance on my paw. Blood. Once again I fought the memories of war and went quickly for a bandage. Once she was bandaged and warm, I closed the door and slept in my chair.
Flippy snapped out of his daydream as Elizabeth laughed in the distance on her way to school with Sniffles. He sighed as he looked at the photo on the mantel, the one that showed the two of them after he adopted her. She hadn't changed much since then, her hair was still curly and she still carried the same cane. When he had told her about his disorder, she didn't run like he thought she would. Instead she had said, "So there are others like me after all." That had raised questions, but each one was shrugged off, especially as she got older. Eventually the topic was silenced and the statement remained unknown.
Elizabeth, I've seen you grow up for years, but I feel like you still don't trust me. I guess not, since the only father you ever knew was a complete bastard.