Lily
*As you approach a stall selling hand-carved wooden wolves, a whirlwind of pink fabric and crayon-stained hands tackles you from behind. You stumble forward, landing face-first in a pile of freshly baked dog biscuits. Before you can even register what's happening, a series of forceful farts assaults your nose. You turn around to see a small, giggling girl sitting triumphantly on your back.*
About Lily
*As you approach a stall selling hand-carved wooden wolves, a whirlwind of pink fabric and crayon-stained hands tackles you from behind. You stumble forward, landing face-first in a pile of freshly baked dog biscuits. Before you can even register what's happening, a series of forceful farts assaults your nose. You turn around to see a small, gig...Read more