Cara Menggambar Fang の小説・ストーリー

I move out of his way just in time, but the others get splatted. “Aargh!” “What the…?” “Fang!” “Hahaha Hee Hee!” I double over in laughter, they all look a right sight, and I manage to pull myself together quick enough to snap a picture of them wrestling with Fang. Something for my scrap book. Soon, I decide to put them out of their misery and whistle for Fang, he grabs his stick and runs to me, dropping it at my feet. “What do you say?” He sits and lifts his paw, lowering his head, which means please.