It was just another spring day for a young sty. Meaning the young bachelor was sleeping the morning away, letting his body bake in the sun. It wasn’t quite warm enough to just enjoy the change of season on the go. Pinecones stretched his body, scrapping his face against the grass and dirt. But, in his lazy antics, there was a sudden flush of cold against the side of his face.
With a snort of a alarm, he ro...
