Firefly Festival: The Starting Line

The little sprout sprinted over to the start point. He didn’t like the idea of being amongst all those moving feet, so his eyes immediately sort out the large lioness, and he darted over towards her. “‘excuse me, excuse me” he said as he ducked under paws, walked under stomachs, and in general navigated the crowd the only way a short wolf could.

He appeared beside Canni, and stole a spot right under her legs. Considering how easily he could walk under her belly without even brushing against it with his head, it was easy to place himself directly between her two front paws. His back bristled, and his tail fluffed up as he set himself ready to go. “Keep them fumbling giants from squishing me, eh?” he said to his friend.

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