Running With Scissors

It was too boring to stay where mom told him to. And he wouldn't dare rope the tattle tales into his fun. They would spoil everything. Mom said to stay out of the adult's ways and that only made him want to get in their way more. If anything he was always doing the opposite of what he was told to do. It irked mom but he didn't care much. Not that he didn't love her but he wasn't into that sappy stuff.

He padded onward, finding his next target and dropping the mangled flower he took from that den, frostbite if the smell of the place was right. There laying in the shade was a large black and red form. Definitely worth picking on. His face looked like it could use some accessories and blaise was all too willing to help. He crouched low and in the longest grasses, creeping ever so close. Then he pounced, paws aiming to slam on the man's snout and teeth aiming for his left ear. "Yaaaa!!!" he cried out with his puppy growls resounding out in the forest around them.