the dog days of summer

What even was this? It was so hot he thought he might melt into a soft gooey puddle on the Abaven grass. His eyes felt red and sore from the heat, and the more he rubbed them, the more the spaces around his left eye seemed to hurt. He tried to ignore it, after all he had important frogs to catch. But, being outside, chasing them, only seemed to make it worse. He turned away from the stream, and started to run. He found the cool wind helped with the hurt of it, but once he stopped, it stung even worse.

He started to cry. He almost didn’t see sister Theory, getting soaked by the tide as she was. His red eyes found her, and he rubbed the growing sunburn over his white patch again. Sniffling. “Ry, Ry!" He cried, snot bubbling out of his nose, and tears soaking his coat as he started to run to her. “Ry! It hurts”

Wc: 164
Total: 333