Taste of Freedom

Eyes continued to look around, absorbing the sights. The grass was tall, but he could see the shimmering blur of a lake in the distance, trees sprouted up here and there offering a sufficient amount of shade in most places. Crisp morning dew glistened on the blades of grass around him, the autumn air was sharp, chilly…something he didn’t realize until he had been standing there for a few minutes, but the sun was warm and pleasant on the front half of his body. Spirit sighed, ready to take another step out into the new world when all of a sudden, something touched him.

The weight was enough to have his flank dipping down into a sit. The ‘boo’ his brother exclaimed was drowned out by a loud ”AAAAAHHHH!!!” The scream was far too loud, far too high pitched. Flailing about until he was once more on his feet he found himself completely out of the den, facing his brother. Breathing heavily with heart racing he glared at his brother. “Not funny!”