The Spikey Trail

Ow, ow, ow! Where was his sister? He could feel tears streaming down his face. Blurring his vision, and his nose was running. But most importantly, and making itself constantly known to him, was the pain in his paw. It hurt so much! “Ursa, Ursa!” He cried, and then his sister was there. He could see her through the curtain of his tears. If only just.

He sniffed, and wiped his nose on his none-throbbing paw. “I don’t know” He said, and there was a tremble in his voice. Was their mother be mad that they had touched The Thing? And he wanted them out, he wanted them out now. “Just do it, pull them out Ursa, please, they hurt!” He wailed, setting himself off again as he started to cry.

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