Raziya toddled down the little path near her family's den, once again having snuck out when the others weren't watching. She wanted to hear the voices again! Even though some of them were really loud, she thought they were beautiful voices. Even the scratchy, old ones--those were usually the nicest, telling her how beautiful she was and how when they were little bushes, they were the same color as her. It made her happy.
She paused, looking up at a bush and seeing something funny growing on it. It looked like a tiny red ball. "Is that a booboo?" she asked the bush, getting worried. "Did you hurt yourself?" She started to stand on her back paws, straining to reach the red ball without falling into the bush and hurting it further. Her balance wasn't nearly good enough. She started to wobble and fall, her big blue eyes huge with surprise.
