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Okay, so I had this reeeaally funny idea today about what it would have been like for Mercy and Adam raising Porsche to reach seven years old in the first place. (For those who actually read my story "Moon Bitten" you know she was seven when she moved away."
And there were not 1 but TWO funny ideas today! T-W-O! IMAGINE THAT! (I also had sugar…) So I decided to write a story with a bunch of little one-shots in the form of a timeline that I couldn't fit (with this much description) in my story.
I find some of my ideas that shall become text hilarious.
Hey, Yeah, Is This Normal?
"Hey, Mom!" Jesse called her step-mother while staring into the crib her younger half-sister should've been in.
"What's wrong, Jesse?" She asked, coming up the stairs and standing behind her, looking in the crib.
"When you said I had a sister, I didn't realize you meant you bought a puppy from the pound. Haha, hilarious joke." She mumbled.
"ADAM!" Mercy screamed.
He was behind her in mere moments.
"…when did we buy a puppy?" Mercy slapped his shoulder. "Okay, okay, I'll call Bran." He nodded.
"Is she a wolf or a walker then?" Jesse asked, looking at the silver-blue flecked puppy in front of her. It grinned toothlessly.
Adam and Mercy looked at eachother.
"Neither, she's a wolker." Mercy finally announced.
"A what?" Jesse choked.
"Never mind…"
The puppy barked.
"It'd of been more funny if she turned into a car." Jesse sighed.
Even the dog turned to stare at her at that comment.