buttahfly and sammy

Who: Sammy, and Buttahfly
When: Five p.m.
Where: The streets of Marquette,

The morning had been chilly, and it was still chilly now as Sammy wandered homeward from his trip to the store. The whole trip had been futile - they hadn't had what he wanted, which was a different type of feed for his ducklings, who were being checked over by a vet - but there was always the internet. He could order feed online, and hopefully it wouldn't take too long. Or something. And the walk itself had been nice - there hadn't been any rain, no vampire attacks, or any zombie attacks. No frog-sized hail. No fire and brimstone, either, or whatever might decide to hit Marquette next. Yeah, it was nice.