Apr 8, 2017
Sometimes when he's alone on a long day of swimming in the pond, edward quakkles feels like he's wasting time. There must be something bigger - something outside of the pond, outside of quakkledale. And in such moments edward quakkles gets silent. He stands at the side of the pond, watching his reflection in the water in front of him. 'What is the meaning of life' he thinks, but knows noone will answer. He looks down at his feet while a small sigh escapes his beak.
;____; Blo, do you want to make me cry? If so, you succeeded. I can relate so much with Mr. Quakkles. He is now my dear son, and I will protect him by all costs!Β
