She Rolled A Turkey

Listening as she laid out her plans for the feathers, the boy merely nodded. He wasn't the decorative sort. A den was a den. Did it need to look pretty? He would never understand girls. They just didn't make any sense to him. Hopefully some day they would. He was already beginning to think that some females were attractive. Hormones and all that.

Spitting out another mouthful of feathers, Beat looked to the girl as she spoke about sharing the meat with him. "Oh, you don't need to. I don't live too far from here." Not entirely true, but the boy wasn't hungry, nor did he want to take the food that she worked for. Plus bird meat was a little... gooey.

Beat began pulling strips of meat from other portions of the bird, careful to try and pull them straight. He laid them aside just as she was. When she gave her name, he didn't realize that they hadn't introduced themselves. "I'm Beat. Err... my name is Beat." Ears flattened a bit as he shot the girl bashful glance.



"Chatting." & 'Thinking'