bacon on the run
Zola!
10-01-2019, 07:25 PM
Rufus crouched in the long grass with ears pricked forward. Slowly he rose up like a meerkat, his ears flattening out like the wings of a plane, and peered through the swaying grasses. His large, almond shaped eyes were fixed on a distant spot of color. The pupils of his eyes soon dilated as he made up his mind. He sank back to the ground and stared broodily at the dirt. That distant spot of color was a small feral hog. It had to weigh three times what he did, but he was having no luck whatsoever with things his own size. All the birds seemed to have disappeared, all the squirrels were hiding away in their trees. The thought of fishing around blinding in the nook of a tree in the hopes of snagging a squirrel didn't appeal to him, so here he was eyeballing a pig.
But how, how did he catch something so much bigger than himself?
He huffed and peeked over the grass again. The oblivious (perhaps indifferent?) pig lifted a hind hoof and scratched at its ear. Rufus noted the pot belly that threatened to brush against the ground as it did so. God he could eat off that thing for weeks.
What he needed was a partner. Once upon a time he'd had one. Rufus' heart quickened at the thought and he had to resist the urge to sigh. Zelda. A gorgeous leopardess. She'd been the yin to his yang, the muscle to back his wits. It was a shame they'd had what she had called “irreconcilable differences.” She'd called it one thing, but he knew it to be another. A brutish leopard had stolen her away from him. Perhaps he could have won her back, but the beast had wrapped him up in a hide one night and thrown him in the river. That was a trip down memory lane for another day, though. Right now he needed a game plan.
WC: 328
But how, how did he catch something so much bigger than himself?
He huffed and peeked over the grass again. The oblivious (perhaps indifferent?) pig lifted a hind hoof and scratched at its ear. Rufus noted the pot belly that threatened to brush against the ground as it did so. God he could eat off that thing for weeks.
What he needed was a partner. Once upon a time he'd had one. Rufus' heart quickened at the thought and he had to resist the urge to sigh. Zelda. A gorgeous leopardess. She'd been the yin to his yang, the muscle to back his wits. It was a shame they'd had what she had called “irreconcilable differences.” She'd called it one thing, but he knew it to be another. A brutish leopard had stolen her away from him. Perhaps he could have won her back, but the beast had wrapped him up in a hide one night and thrown him in the river. That was a trip down memory lane for another day, though. Right now he needed a game plan.
WC: 328