I see someone in the alley and glance up, my fangs ejecting out of my gums. Starving, I slide down a wall and tilt my head back, swallowing as my wings twitch.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
There was nothing he enjoyed more than a good book. He'd wander into the study, take down some leather-bound volume, and eat it. — Terence Brady (dog owner)