Leonard had been hunting in that forest since he was a kid. But whatever it was he shot on that one November day, it sure as hell wasn’t a deer.
“Well, he isn’t exactly a prince,” Snow White thought to herself. But considering her 40th birthday was coming up soon, she wasn’t feeling particularly choosy…
[ ED. NOTE: Apparently Angela’s been storing more than just her unipony in the supply room all this time. Dramatic teary-eyed protests aside, they have to go. Sorry, I know she loves her mythical creatures, but rules are rules. ]
Jeb’s friends never believed his “I went fishing with Sasquatch” story. Mostly because all Jeb could remember about the creature was its hideous aversion to any sense of personal hygiene.