Just a Little Confused

*Dayton* · (This post was last modified: 04-06-2014, 05:07 PM by Dayton.)

The boy was wandering lately. His steps had carried him across many of these lands. Today he had ended up here. His feet halted for a moment as he took in the scenery. The grasses in this place grew tall, so tall they soared a good foot above his head. To any passerby, all that would be visible of the small brute would be his two brown ears. He smiled lightly. This was his kind of scenery. Dayton couldn't remember the last time he felt so safe and hidden. These terribly long grasses were wonderful to him, as was the constant sound of fluttering that came from the tiny birds overhead. These sounds masked the whispering of his movement. He made his way through the maze of foliage, dodging a few large bushes as he went.

The air was still today, but the temperature was merciful. At last the heat was retreating from the land. Summer was coming to a close. Dayton sighed happily. More hiding was to be expected from him as autumn approached and the leaves took on the hues of his pelt. It was no wonder autumn was his favorite time of year.

Just then, Dayton came to a strange sort of clearing. The grassland seemed to be littered in areas like this, spots where herds of prey animals had worn the grass to its feet. He stepped cautiously out of the cover, shaking dust from the dry grasses away from his fur. The grass barely past the boy's ankles here. But was he in any danger, really? After all, he was still surrounded by walls of tall foliage. No, he decided. He could still relax. And so he did. The delicate earthen made his way to the center of the clearing and settled onto his haunches. Later he even let himself sink to his stomach, sprawled across the shorter grasses in the comfortable air. Maybe today would be something special for him.

Walk.
"Talk."
Think.

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