I have the sneaking suspicion that he was adopted and returned because of the Bog of Eternal Stench that lives in his ass and not the mellow way he has about him. Gagging, I quickly roll down my window to combat the reek. So much for pretty curls today. I’d rather sport a lion’s mane at this point than breathe through the noxious fumes my familiar likes to bestow upon me. My eyes start to water, and I fan the air in front of my face to help dilute the smell.
