Betsy's Story about Lord Bratnose:
I have a kick ass eagle named Lord Bratnose. He lives in a land where every glisten of sweat and sleepy eye corner bit of dew are made of tassles 'n beads 'n glossy smears of glue. His face is foreboding, arrogant, beak inclusive. He is a fucking eagle. A fucking beaded eagle. And he wants very much to be traded for a glitter cat. He knows his muscular wings can erase any precious little notion those kittens may have traipsed through your sheltered little life. Behold Lord Bratnose.
