Crown Of Thorns

*Lionel* · 09-09-2016, 12:20 PM

It was early morning when Lionel woke up. A yawn slipped past his muzzle and he peered outside his den to be met with sunlight. The heat of the day hadn't quite set in yet and the russet yearling decided he wanted to take advantage of it. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do today, but it was going to be something. So he left his den, after a nice long stretch, and then set out towards the falls to see what he could do.

A part of him wanted to see if he could find one of his siblings. Alfred would surely want to do something and Heather was a fun playmate. He hadn't really spent a lot of time with Roza either, but that was also an idea. In the end though some flowers stopped him in his tracks. They were growing not too far from the falls and an idea formed in his head. Heather would like those, right? So he set to picking some of them.

Just handing her a bouquet of flowers seemed rather boring though so once he'd gathered enough he set them all down. He wasn't sure how he wanted to do it, but he was gonna make her a crown of flowers! So he sat for a little while until an idea came to mind. Leaving his bunch of flowers he began looking around at the lower trees and finally spotted what he was looking for. There, nestled in between two branches, was a rather large bird's nest. The young ones had already vacated and the parents could always build another one better than he could. Raising up on his hind legs he managed to push it out of the tree with his paw. Once it had landed he snatched it up gently in his jaws and then carried it back to his bouquet.

With his birds nest now he set to hollowing it out. The bottom was the first to go and he did this carefully so he wouldn't ruin it. He then thinned it out so it wasn't quite so thick and by the time he was done it was still intact. Feeling quite proud of himself, he sat and admired it for a moment before he began taking the flowers and placing them in it. Some of the stems had to be cut to make them shorter, but in the end he finally managed to weave a bunch of them in there with the twigs. By the time he was done it was already noon, but as he sat and looked at the crown of flowers filled with all sorts of colors, he felt an amazing amount of satisfaction. He hoped Heather liked it!

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