to the bat cave
07-31-2019, 02:37 PM
No sooner was the bag in the ground was Amaretto stepping on the hem to keep it down and to keep whatever was in there from escaping. She then crouched down and gingerly peeled back the hem to look inside.
Nothing. A big ole goose egg.
Were she the type she might have pouted but if anything her failure only intensified her determination. There was a prize at the end of this game and she wanted it. She was just going to have to try harder.
Amaretto swung the bag again at another passing cloud of lightning bugs and this time she swore she saw lights disappear under the rim of it. There was no time to investigate, however, as a yelp startled her from her task.
She turned to see a young pup shaking his head in front of a log and quickly put two and two together. Assuming he too was after the bugs, she asked, “Your fireflies making a break for it?”
Nothing. A big ole goose egg.
Were she the type she might have pouted but if anything her failure only intensified her determination. There was a prize at the end of this game and she wanted it. She was just going to have to try harder.
Amaretto swung the bag again at another passing cloud of lightning bugs and this time she swore she saw lights disappear under the rim of it. There was no time to investigate, however, as a yelp startled her from her task.
She turned to see a young pup shaking his head in front of a log and quickly put two and two together. Assuming he too was after the bugs, she asked, “Your fireflies making a break for it?”
Amaretto has a male cotton top tamarin named Georgi who is with her at all times unless stated otherwise.