Sets your soul on fire

Pudgy purple legs propelled the puppy forward. She was still getting used to this walking thing, and tripped forward, barely catching herself before planting face first on the dusty trail right outside their door. The puff of dust caused the young girl to sneeze, and blink her eyes rapidly at the foreign gritty feeling. Maybe being outside was overrated?

But then she heard it, the rush of wind through leaves and the ominous creaking, cracking and groaning overhead. Like too many bamboo wind chimes with an underlying promise of eventual collapse.

As she looked up with still puppy blue eyes, her small jaw dropped. Like giants the long poles swayed, and she knew, even if one of the massive poles did break, it would be caught by it’s cousins long before it ever hit the ground. She turned to one of her many brothers (as the only girl in this litter she had no shortage of those). “S’go’splorin!”