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ZOOTOPIA II: PLAIN JUDY MARRIES THE SLY FOXHe entered the office humming. Humming! After all the stress he'd been under in the past three months, the pensive silences and long hours burning the midnight oil?ZOOTOPIA II: PLAIN JUDY MARRIES THE SLY FOX by Acesacar
Judy Hopps couldn't have been more surprised if her boss had carried a lamp post to swing himself around. "Tonight's the night, Judy." He smiled broadly. She loved his teeth. Even, white teeth, made more charming by a slight crookedness in his smile. In his French-tailored light green suit, which Judy had noticed long ago picked up a light in his green eyes and made his glossy fur look as cherry as peach, he looked every inch the distinguished executive. Nicholas Piberius Wilde. Not many people were regal enough to carry such a name, but it fit Nick like a fine leather glove. Most of the people in the offices of Zootopia Police Department said he should be a movie star.
Judy agreed that he had the looks and the charisma to draw millions of fans, but she also knew he would never be interested in that sort of fame. Fortune, y
101 DALMATIANS III: THE MAN'S SECRETPongo eased himself off the low platform bed set in the alcove and, using his arms, propelled himself backwards across the stone-flagged floor towards the door of the cottage. In doing so he had to pass between the open-hearth fire, and the one hundred and one dalmatians playing on the mat in front of it, and the back of his wife who was standing at the table in the middle of the room. When he reached the door he lifted up one arm and pushed the sneck; then with a practised fling he swung his two useless legs to the side in order to allow himself to reach the top step, and there he sat for a moment, looking out.101 DALMATIANS III: THE MAN'S SECRET by Acesacar
In the fading light he could still make out other cottages dotted here and there on the steep hillside down to the row of dwellings that bordered the shore. But as clustered as the cottages were on this part of the hillside, Pongo often thanked God that he was housed here and not further along the hill in the main town where the principal winding street on the bank of the river
ROAD ROVERS II: COLLEEN'S LOVERHunter stripped the short-sleeved chambray shirt he'd just put on from his new jeans and tossed it to the bed where it joined a plaid golf shirt. Too plain, he thought. And it was starting to fade. He went to the closet and braced his arms on the doorjamb, examining the contents with a critical eye. The hawaiian print shirt his niece, Collette, had given him for his birthday? No. It didn't convey the right image. Neither did the maroon-and-taupe-striped button-down collar.ROAD ROVERS II: COLLEEN'S LOVER by Acesacar
"What the heck are you doing, Hunter? You're going to the high school to look things over and prepare a bid for some landscaping. You aren't going courting, and you aren't trying to impress anyone. It's summertime. Colleen probably won't even be there."
"Right," he said aloud. He'd blown the whole thing out of proportion. But ever since he'd given up his position at a thriving landscape business in Baton Rouge and moved back to Lewiston, Arkansas, lots of things had happened, including his running into C
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