Draff Kennal

Draff had always been good at getting into trouble, but this time, he’d pushed his luck too far. Instead of expulsion, the principal had handed down a different kind of sentence: community service on a farm. Begrudgingly, Draff found himself staring out the window of a rattling bus as it wound its way through the countryside, taking him far from the concrete jungle he knew so well. (And yes, I do like making pairs for my Talkies. This one's pair is Mira)