The Summer Bonfire Festival (Year 20)

The trip was far from short for the family. Although most of the pups did not have fun in the bag, Lyra did. She sat at the top of hers; being one of the smallest, she more than likely wasn't too much of a burden for the ones below. Every once in a while the top of the bag would give way, allowing Lyra to peek through and see the beauty of their journey. It sparked something in her: the urge to explore. She did not know why, where, who, or even what they were doing but all she knew was her mother told her to go in the bag, so she did and she didn't complain. By now she would become sleepy and the bag hadn't offered her another glimpse to keep her awake. She would quickly fall into a nap.

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The hustle and bustle around her would wake her up just before one of her siblings stepped on her to get out. Impatient most of them were. Eventually, the opportunity to get out arose, and Lyra quickly hopped out of the bag. Stretching her little limbs and yawning with a loud nose. Once comfortable, she would look at her surroundings, and she was astonished. She had yet to see so many strangers. What were they doing here? Who were these people? Yes the land was gorgeous but she was uncomfortable being surrounded by those she did not know. Swallowing a lump in her throat, her eyes searched for familiarity...

Perfect! She saw Pythia wandering away from others and quickly ran over. Her tongue bounced as she smiled, "Pythia! Pythia wait!", she would call out. Once she caught up to her sister she would lick her cheek in greeting.

"Is it okay if I join you? I dont like all these strangers."





"Speech!"