Ooh! The Little Cream-Filled Kind!

*Cannival* · 07-28-2019, 02:15 PM

The lioness received her container from the festival workers, furrowing her brow first at them then at the gourd with interest. Is this how the wolves were meant to catch their flies? Regardless, Cannival found herself a free area and then placed the container gingerly upon the ground - keeping the opening upright. The poor wolves had to swing them around wildly, but Cannival was a lioness and she thanked her creator for the hundredth time that she had more mobility in her legs then her canine friends.

She waited until a cluster of fireflies drew closer, and then swiped out with her paw to swat it against her pawpads. She made sure to keep the momentum of her swing, bringing her paw down upon the gourd's opening so that if any bugs were caught against her paw that they'd be thrown inside. The lioness kept her oversized paw upon the top like a lid, and then peered between her toes to look for any sort of light that might declare she caught one.

"Speech"
"Thinking"
"You."

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