Down the rabbit hole

Cannival volunteered to be the rock tipper, so Motif obediently put herself into place beside the rock, near the lion's paw, and tensed. She almost pounced on nothing the first time, releasing her coiled hunches and half falling over as she stopped herself from shooting forward. She bit back a giggle, and followed her friend to the next rock.

Canni tipped the rock, and this time a little dark lizard-like shape shot out from under the rock. With a holw Motif pounced, and landed on air as the quick creature darted away, and went straight under another rock.

Wiggling with exciement Motif put herself beside this rock and looked up to canni. “We’ve got him now” she stage whispered, her butt wobbling in the air as she prepared herself for launch.