02-04-2019, 05:26 PM
At first it had been fun, Mom being gone. All the things she hadn’t let him do before he had immediately gone and done. He’s not sure why she’d been so worried! He is just fine, obviously. Maybe a few burrs in his hair, but what’s the harm in that? He’d tried to get it out before anyone noticed, but rubbing his tufty little mane against the tree had only seemed to cement them in place further. Well, that, and the tree sap didn’t help. But who’d have thought pine trees are so sticky?
Not him, that’s for sure.
He’d kind of maybe a little bit avoided Casi since then. Mostly because he didn’t want her laughing at him. With a snort, and a little stomp, he squirms deeper into the thicket, narrowing his eyes at the place where Mom normally met them.
Still nothing. It felt like she’d been gone a really long time. It’d been super fun at first, but now, covered in burrs and a little hungry, it seems much less fun. Do you think something happened to her? She’d never been gone this long before. For a hot minute, he’s tempted to find Casi, until he remembers the burrs. And the sap.
No. Definitely not.
He’d just have to go find Mom then. She couldn’t be far. Right? Right.
Starting forward, he picks up a bouncy trot, burred tail bobbing, head held high as he peers curiously around him. He goes the direction he remembers seeing her go. Of course, after a little bit, she’d gone out of sight, so he might have to guess a little bit. But, well, he is a good guesser. A very good guesser. He could definitely find her.
It takes him a while to realize he is lost. It takes him even longer to admit that he’s lost. He’d slowed down to an ambling walk a while ago, but now he stops entirely. With a huff, he leans against a nearby tree, itching his mane against the rough bark. Burrs are itchy. Sap is itchy. And he’s tired. And hungry.
Mom better be close. He’s not sure how much longer he could keep looking. Or how he was getting home.
@[Casimira]
Not him, that’s for sure.
He’d kind of maybe a little bit avoided Casi since then. Mostly because he didn’t want her laughing at him. With a snort, and a little stomp, he squirms deeper into the thicket, narrowing his eyes at the place where Mom normally met them.
Still nothing. It felt like she’d been gone a really long time. It’d been super fun at first, but now, covered in burrs and a little hungry, it seems much less fun. Do you think something happened to her? She’d never been gone this long before. For a hot minute, he’s tempted to find Casi, until he remembers the burrs. And the sap.
No. Definitely not.
He’d just have to go find Mom then. She couldn’t be far. Right? Right.
Starting forward, he picks up a bouncy trot, burred tail bobbing, head held high as he peers curiously around him. He goes the direction he remembers seeing her go. Of course, after a little bit, she’d gone out of sight, so he might have to guess a little bit. But, well, he is a good guesser. A very good guesser. He could definitely find her.
It takes him a while to realize he is lost. It takes him even longer to admit that he’s lost. He’d slowed down to an ambling walk a while ago, but now he stops entirely. With a huff, he leans against a nearby tree, itching his mane against the rough bark. Burrs are itchy. Sap is itchy. And he’s tired. And hungry.
Mom better be close. He’s not sure how much longer he could keep looking. Or how he was getting home.
@[Casimira]