Oh the places you'll go
The mention of a race lit the girl's features with excitement before it melted into a mischievous smile as she looked away from her aunt, as if she feared the woman would be able to read her thoughts - her blossoming plan. The golden-brown female seemed like a fast runner - well, that's what she perceived. All adults were fast, and there was nothing she could do about that. The child just happened to be small, for now, that is. She was already starting to tower over her siblings, even though she took no notice of it. One day, she wouldn't need a head-start or her competition to run slow; she'd just beat them in a few effortless strides.
Back to her plan, yes, her plan. Without much of a response, the child abruptly bolted towards the den, not daring to hesitate. The breeze blowing in her face pushed her ears back as she willed her oversized, clumsy paws to work harder. Faster, faster; she needed to run faster. So far she had been taking the winding path mostly clear of any obstacles, though that was too noticeable. To spice things up, she scurried through patches of gigantic ferns and took shortcuts when the adrenaline fuelled her to do so. Definitely unsafe; she could sprain a paw, step into a hidden hole or simply crash into a protruding object. Alright, so maybe she was cheating by getting a head-start, especially just after talking about safety and respecting rules but she really wanted to win! She hoped her sudden dash would put her aunt off, and hopefully by the time she started to run, she would have lost sight of the girl. Of course, the pup didn't think the woman knew where the den was, though desperately hoped she didn't. "Catch me if you can!" she sang out, persevering with the race, of which she would have been disqualified by now.
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