Her chin tucked into her neck, her eyes glazed over, her fur finally drying from the rain. Fup stays lying there, and time goes by and by. Until a horse approaches, carrying on her back a large man in a tight blue suit. You might want to move off the path. The boots always look so big when she's lying down.
Horses are huge.
But the sun is so warm, and fur feels so much better when it's dry. Fur feels so much better when it's dry. The sheer intellect of these collected pieces will renew your faith in dogs. Bronwen sounds like the kind of lady I wouldn't like at all.