provoke
She had seen a white lump... stoney and boney, resting against a tree. And of course, she had gone to investigate. She remembers looking up to see if it had been snowing.
Nope. No snow.
It was June.
So what was with this big white boney stoney thing? She had seen it from across the river, laying all quiet and still-like. And her curiosity—it kills cats, not ponies, right?--had gotten the better of her. Having gone a bit downstream to see if she could find a shallow place to cross, she had stepped on the stones carefully, before a quick squeak had landed her on her butt. Wet, and uncomfortable, she waddled her little fluffy turquoise butt out of the water, and had clung to the treeline... little droplets hanging from her rear.
As she drop-drop-dropped away from the river, she was careful to quiet her step again, until she had come up to where the lump was. Only, as she gained closer to it, it was almost like a white stoney boney mountain. She poked it, and it... squooshed.
And then it moved. And made a growling sound.
Sandee Claws!
Provoke gulped. She poked it again... and then, it started to move. Woke up. Yawned. Got up, and scratched its butt against the big tree... And then when it turned to leave, it ran right into--
Provoke.
Big blue eyes looked up and saw how tall the stoney boney mountain was...
And she started to sob.
"Please don't eat me...."
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