MouseAvenger

“So, how are you doing?” The question was innocent, driven by real, honest caring for his well-being. He knew it, but he couldn’t help the hot anger that boiled up inside of him every time anyone asked him that question. He could only rein in his temper, fake a smile and shrug, knowing that if he tried to answer with words, his voice would give and more questions would follow. Or even worse, the other person would get that concerned look in their eye, brows furrowing together in disbelief, looking at him like some poor creature to be pitied. If there was anything that he had learned over the years, was to hate pity. Pity was

The Adventures of TINTIN * The Railway Scheme Although the display of surging hills, enchanting woodlands and pasture after pasture containing the occasional farm-dwelling creature was indeed charming, there was obviously far more interest to be found in literature. Reading was a much better way to pass the time, rather than gazing out purposelessly at the passing scenery. Or so he’d always thought.          “His Highness has sent ambassadors to Western Europe in an attempt to modernize his country, Snowy.” Tintin spoke quietly, his round and somewhat expressionless face buried deep in the pages of the ‘Daily Reporte