Don’t you agree?
To grow wild in a field, then be bit to the roots by a cow or or a goat
Digested, brought back, chewed as a cud Continue reading
Month: October 2019
Maple, the gray squirrel, has returned for another adventure. Read her first story here. Maple’s friend, Stringy, has requested Maple’s help on an adventure, and she accepts. He plans on going into a house at night. Read the first part of this story here and the second part of her story here!
It was dark. I shivered and shifted my position from where I was sitting in a tree. I wasn’t used to being out so late at night, and I felt jumpy, like I was doing something my instincts hadn’t programmed. Stringy had told me to meet him, Footprint, and Shelby below this tree. We would have a planning meeting. They would come, he promised, as soon as the streetlights went on in the evening. The streetlights had buzzed to life a while ago, and I was still waiting. The quiet neighborhood had stilled around me and the night had settled like a blanket over the houses. Still I waited.
You feel it putting
on pants, and realizing
they are your brother’s.