Weehawk's Mule's page

Eeeeeyyyyyyyyaaaaaa

yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwww

EEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

The mule looks at Alexa, with an identifiably intelligent gaze - one that might even suggest awareness - and then relieves itself onto the cold, damp Ustalavan soil. The sounds are fairly distinct.

Then, it cries out. "yeeeeeeeeeeeeeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

"Snort. Snnnooooooooort."

"Yeeeeaaaaaahhh....."

"Snort."

The mule snorts again and looks at Weehawk. Then, it looks at Alexa. Finally, it looks back at Madeline's pony once more.

"yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww"