Bunnies

To the right!  To the left!  The great and mighty snow-shark was training.  He had found new grounds to do this on, where the snow was even deeper.  The little boy could fully cover himself in snow.  Learning to measure the distance of others by scent and hearing, and to dig a little further ahead so he could breathe without giving away his position, he was armed and ready.  He thought he was pretty darn sneaky.  Earlier, he had done some scouting, spotting a little family of bunnies.  There was a mama, a daddy, and three youngsters.  'Mama's gonna be so proud!  In your face, Tibby!'  The child wanted to be the prince of the pack, he wanted to be the best!  He wanted to learn how to hunt on his own.

Wriggling beneath a blanket of fresh snow, he burrowed closer to the bunnies.  The daddy of the bunch pricked his ears, and the snow-shark froze in place.  Not even a movement was made.  The boy's breath hitched, afraid that if he even blinked, his meal would escape.  As soon as the boy was sure the bunnies were back to scavenging again, he pressed onward, wiggling.  But this time, he drifted off somewhere else, and the bunnies disappeared in a flurry of kicks and squeaks.  Popping up from the snow, the pup's head peeked out from it, huffing furiously.  "I gut yoo smomday!"  For just a moment, a tiny little salmon tongue peeked out from his lips, before he reeled it back in, resting his chin on the snow.  Someone could say a little raincloud floated above his head.

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