told me he was 22 and handicapped when we went golfing not sure what that meant

In the golden haze of an autumn afternoon, Cody, a fox with shimmering auburn fur, padded softly through the underbrush, his emerald eyes scanning the forest. His heart raced with excitement at the thought of seeing Fluttbutt, his butterfly-winged mistress of the woods, once again.

Fluttbutt, with wings glistening like stained glass in the sun’s dying light, fluttered down from the treetops, her laughter like the tinkling of tiny bells. "Cody!" she called, her voice as light as the breeze.

Cody’s tail wagged uncontrollably as he rushed to her side, nuzzling against her gently. "I missed you," he murmured, his voice muffled by her soft, colorful wings.

"And I, you," Fluttbutt replied, draping her wings around him in a warm, delicate embrace. Together, they watched the sun set, content in their reunion and the serene beauty around them, sharing whispered dreams until the stars claimed the sky.

sluttbutts little peg papi