manners are manners

Quite frankly, Gem was LOST. So very, very lost. Her eyes are wide as she stares out at the prairie. Stretching out far and wide, as far as she could see. The sun dazzled brightly above her, dipping in and out between light grey clouds that wouldn't threaten rain for a few more days. Rabbits as large as she was hopped along, paying her no mind at all. A little pup was nothing to fear after all. In the distance, she could see a large herd of animals she didn't know the name of. As long as she didn't go near them, she would be safe right? Safe from the trampling of their paws. There were some other animals with horns too that ran really fast past her but again paid her no mind. Was this what all animals were like?

Confused, scared, and very very lost, Gem backed up until her rump was smooshed against a large rock. Lowering herself until she was cowering in the tall grasses, she kept watch through those wide blades. Would someone come to save her? Would she have to find her way back? Questions ran through her head. Racing at a fast pace, almost as fast as her heart that drummed in her chest. She could feel her breath quicken, her lungs tighten, the way her sides sucked in and out until it was almost too hard to breathe. Where was her mama? Her papa? Help.

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