"I thought love would be less gnarly," Titmouse wept.
"Would you like a piece of my pie?" asked dust bunny, scooping up a large gooey mass from the center of the pie with his finger.
Titmouse blushed. "Only if you feed it to me," she replied, mostly forgetting her troubles.
from Exploring Titmouse's Personality Disorder - Marcus' Collection of Fractured Tales For Kids
