Catching Fireflies
08-23-2014, 01:27 PM
Dusk fell and the twilight babe scuttled along the forest floor. She moved on nimble little paws, ears alert, tail low and emerald eyes shifting nonstop. A twig snapped and she darted to a tree, front paws in the base of the tree as if she was going to claw her way up it. Head looked around for danger, teeth chattering softly. Seeing nothing she bounded off again. I'm a raccoon! Im sneaky and sly, im witty and clever! No one gonna find me! She thought with a smile. The six month old little girl paused at the edge of a clearing, fireflies lite it up like some kind of magical land.
She stared at it for a long time, fur bushing out till she lunged forwards like a coiled spring and chased after the bugs. Yipping she snapped and pawed the air in an attempt to catch one. What did they taste like? Would they make her tongue glow if she ate one? She pranced, leaped, twisted in the air like some kind of dancer. She flopped to her side panting, a smile lighting her face in the flickering like of the bugs. If only she had someone else to join her.
She stared at it for a long time, fur bushing out till she lunged forwards like a coiled spring and chased after the bugs. Yipping she snapped and pawed the air in an attempt to catch one. What did they taste like? Would they make her tongue glow if she ate one? She pranced, leaped, twisted in the air like some kind of dancer. She flopped to her side panting, a smile lighting her face in the flickering like of the bugs. If only she had someone else to join her.