drunk on the good life

Click, clack, click. Someone was here too! Did they know what the weird thing was? It didn't make any noise yet, so it obviously wasn't alive. What a weird thing, it was. She looked around, trying to find the new wolf. There! Blending in really well in the dark. "Oh, hello? Are you lost little one? You shouldn't be down here by yourself." She said. The girl snorted, face screwed up in disbelief. "Pffsh, naw!" She giggled, craning her neck to look over her shoulder. "Having an adventure. Mama is.. spring cleaning? Dunno. Papa's huntin'." She told the strange lady. Why did all the adults think she was lost? Silly adults.

"What's this?" She demanded, more than asked. Sticking one paw out, she pointed to the strange thing. Tapping it again with her paw, she was a little too rough this time. The weird stem broke, making an audible snapping sound. The weird hat toppled to the ground. A horrified gasp was punched from her lungs. "Oh no!" She cried. "Broke him!" Yet again, she felt tears welling up in her eyes. She broke it! Killed it, maybe! She was a murderer! Papa was gonna be so mad! "Killed him!" She wailed, panic in her eyes as she spun around to the strange lady. She had to help! Had to!