hear the noise that moves so soft and slow
that's the sound of freshly fallen snow
She sneezed with a soft kish!
With tiny paws balled up, she rubbed at her eyes, propped up on her little bum and legs splayed for balance. She sniffed and wiped her nose, peered out at the big world around her. Everything was so big to a fluff of a girl only a few inches in length, not even a full foot tall. And she didn't even know how she'd gotten here. The last place she was had been so dark and quiet, and here it was so bright and noisy with a bustle of residents.
She glanced beside her and saw a rock nearly half her size. Her paw reached out and patted it experimentally, admiring the cool, smooth surface with a rub of her palm and a soft smile at it. It was quiet and she liked that. She dropped her front legs to the ground and edged closer, pressed her black cheek against it with a soft pleased grunt-grunt of affection. Now she was not so alone in the scary world.
But it did not respond, and she pulled back with sad eyes on it.
Then there was another smell and she followed it with a quivering nose until her neck couldn't reach any further and she had to rise to her feet. She followed it with the awkward gait of a baby bear, little hips rolling and front legs stretching way out before her. Dark-gold eyes spied around her as she tracked it, noting the different sights around her, all the bright colors and new scents. Until a new thing grabbed her curious attention and she changed direction.
Before she knew it, she was half-buried in a flowery thistle bush, needles prickling her as she reached as deep as she could with a grabby paw. She wailed softly, desperately wanting the furry family to let her in too. She had fur too, didn't they see? She was supposed to be with them! They only stared back with wide, beady eyes and huddled tightly together, ignoring her cries. It was the second time she'd felt rejection and she didn't like it at all. It hurt a lot.
She tried to extract herself from the bush, jerking back repeatedly with frustrated little grunts. But she was pretty stuck, wasn't she? And she returned again to crying for help from the fearful family staring back at her and refusing her, tears dampening her little cheeks in black trails. She would be trapped here forever with the pain so sharp in her side and her heart.
( your love is gold, your love is gold )
@[Pteron]