Muddy Feet Cute Meet

“Mudfoot, Ogre Extraordinaire” read the business card. I raised one eyebrow, and opened my mouth to speak. But I couldn’t phrase the question politely. “I know I look like a teenage human,” Mudfoot said. “It’s a terrible curse.”

“Ever since I drank that potion I couldn’t turn back to my ogre form. I was stuck as some angsty, acne-ridden teen for the rest of eternity. It sounded better at the time, I wanted to invite my crush to prom,” Mudfoot sniffled, “but she still rejected me. You know, somebody once

told me the world was gonna roll me, I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed.” Mudfoot elaborated on his crush, “She was looking kinda dumb with her finger and her thumb in the shape of an ‘L’ on her forehead.” I patted him on the back. “Well, the years start coming and they don’t

stop—" Mudfoot stared at the pub's entrance. There she was—his crush, Aurora Scent. Her dark hair cascaded past her slim shoulders, framing her rosy face. Her eyes flashed. "What's a girl gotta do to get a drink around here?" she asked. "Go, Mudfoot," I said, "now's your chance!"

I watched with a mixture of nervousness and hopefulness as he meandered up to where she now stood at the bar. He tapped her on her shoulder and she turned around, her muscular frame towering over him. "Um, hi," he began, "I just wanted to say, I think you're really pretty."

Her eyes lit up with equal parts surprise and bemusement. “I think you’re pretty too!” she says, and pats him on the head. He beams up at his Amazonian conquest, with visions of their wondrous future in his mind.