Fly Me to the Moon

There was something so wholesome and sweet about the tiny little creature. He had doubts and reservations about bringing her up there. But, looking into her tiny little eyes, he knew she had him wrapped about her little paw. “Alright, but you hold on tight, and do your absolute best not to do anything silly, okay?” he said as he reached out a paw and wiggled it under her stomach so she could cling to it.

If she did so, he would move his paw around and deposit her onto his back as carefully as he could. This was probably a terrible idea, but maybe it could be fun, too? And he hadn’t been back in his tree house for so long. Perhaps the younger generation might be able to get something from it, something fun and wholesome.


"Mortis Fatalis"