Hey Guys, I got a special treat for you...To get an idea of what Humanimal Literature is like, here is a piece from one of Belladonna's favorite Humanimal Romace/Mystery/Horror Novels The Lizard Who Loved me by now dearly departed Fence Lizard Humanimal Doral Springfield

She leaned in closely, her hand touching his leg. Her lips near his ear she whispered..."You have three days to leave this land if you want to live."

Detective Johan Johnson was pulled from his revirie by the beautiful reptilian face in front of him "What?!" He exclaimed "Why do I have to leave?!"

"You've learned to much." The Beautiful Lizard said baring her teeth, her eyes flashing blood red "You've poked your nose into official herd business! Methusalah-Rah ordered me to give you the news that you have three days to leave or else you will die!"

"Why three days?" Johan asked regaining his composure "Something is going to happen in three days that you don't want me to know about!"

"That's enough!" The Lizard exclaimed drawing her sickle "We have given you hospitality Mr. Johnson and you breached it!"

"I am not your guest." Johan said standing up "I came here to find the missing Turnstone...And I have reason to believe your leader has it."

"Why would our leader have a worthless gem?!" Asked the Lizard "We Humanimals may steal sometimes but all we will ever steal if food! We have no time for pointless trinkets!"

With that distraction Johan knocked the sickle from her hand and pinned the small Lizard Woman against the wall

"I came here looking for answers!" Johan shouted "Who are you? What is your connection to the Leader?!"

"My name is Scales." The Lizard Woman said "And I am merely Owsla my connection to the Leader is that is my duty to protect our Rah from any danger...I am but a servantof my people as are you Mr. Johnson!"

"Still very sucpious this notice to dissapear in three days." Said Johan..."If your leader has nothing to hide then he has nothing to fear..."

Belladonna was broken from her reverie of reading when she heard the sweet sound of Donatello's voice, he was in the kitchen, she had stayed in the basement for almost the entire day.

To any of my readers who have Kids or may one day have kids, may you always give them good bedtime stories.