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 Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 9:58 pm
A story. It was a random thought that flitted through her mind. Jaro laid still and quiet in the tall grass of a meadow. The warm spring sun and a gentle breeze made the day mild. The air was sweet and the grass tickled her nose. What's my story? A question to the thought that had fluttered through her mind like a delicate butterfly. She let out a soft snort and rolled over in the grass. She stretched her lithe limbs, the sun warming her side, and her muscles grew warm and loose.
Jaro relaxed and looked up to the sky. She yawned and rose to her feet. Pading softly, the grass parting for her like a curtain, she strolled down to the small pond where she saw ducks swimming. They took off to the far side as she approached and took a drink. Then a new shadow fell across the water. Whatever she was thinking about vanished, like a small flame blown out by a fierce wind.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 1:25 pm
The calming quacks echoed across the water as the lone male paddled lazily through the water. His ears perked as he intently watched the duckings waddle after their loving mother. It was a favorite past time of his, to watch the newly born Spring show off it's lovely creations. But, all was not as it should be, his little ducklings were all scurrying away as though a predator was fast approaching.
His interest peaked, Morris lifted his head from the murky reeds he was wading through and attempted to catch a whiff of whatever had startled the younglings. It wasn't long before he got his answer, just along the other side of the lake stood another wolf, his sense of smell hinted towards female, but he knew better than to trust that alone.
With a sigh of disappointment, the male took one last look at the long gone duckings, and began wading towards the new comer.
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