This Beautiful Morning

Viridian had just shaken herself off when a large figure pounced on her. She knew it was her mother, but she gave a light scream anyway. That cry then melted into a gigantic fit of giggles and squeals. Her small body was pressed into the sand as Twig tickled her belly with one dark paw. "No tickling!" she laughed crazily. "No, Mama! Stop!" And the laughter continued. The beach grew brighter as the sun continued to rise, and the giggles became more frequent. What a beautiful morning.

After several more seconds of torturous tickling, the babe would kick out, deterring her mother just long enough to slip away. She let out a constant stream of laughter as her tiny feet bit into the sand, pushing her farther away by the second. Soon Faun got the hang of running in the slippery stuff, and she was galloping through the sand and away from her mother. "Catch me, Mama, catch me!" The girl called out. For Viridian, life was a game, as it always was for children. And right now, she was winning.

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