Walking Is Like Flying, Right?
10-29-2014, 02:33 AM
The bronze lady gave a good hearted laugh, nosing him upon his paws and exchanging her own knowledge for his own benefit. She stated the problem and that being his paws were a little big. He stared down at his ebony "socks". For a small creature, he didn't know what was big or small. He tucked away her advice in his memory. She showed a demonstration but the pup was more than confident he knew what he was doing.
He would give another attempt, starting off with an effortless walk. After a few moments he picked up his pace, his mind focusing and watching his paws. He narrowed his eyes with concentration. He made sure he had larger strides and one paw would always go in front of the other. He would lead himself in a straight line before pelting in circles and other strange zig zags. Lost in his own excitement, his run became fast and swift. With every stride he took the more simple it became. He had trouble with running? Hah, not anymore!
He would give another attempt, starting off with an effortless walk. After a few moments he picked up his pace, his mind focusing and watching his paws. He narrowed his eyes with concentration. He made sure he had larger strides and one paw would always go in front of the other. He would lead himself in a straight line before pelting in circles and other strange zig zags. Lost in his own excitement, his run became fast and swift. With every stride he took the more simple it became. He had trouble with running? Hah, not anymore!
