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biteoffherhead) wrote2011-02-12 12:50 am
biteoffherhead) wrote2011-02-12 12:50 am
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[And now for something completely different! Something simple, yet astonishing in its own right.
Moro, playing with a squirrel.
...Granted, the squirrel is running for its life, as Moro playfully bats at it, chasing it in the snow and pinning it with a massive paw. Then she would release it, before letting it scurry off before trotting after it.
Don't let your guard down, though. Even now, the scent of a fresh kill lingers on her. Likely a deer. Her full belly may also be why this little squirrel is getting harassed rather than killed.]
Moro, playing with a squirrel.
...Granted, the squirrel is running for its life, as Moro playfully bats at it, chasing it in the snow and pinning it with a massive paw. Then she would release it, before letting it scurry off before trotting after it.
Don't let your guard down, though. Even now, the scent of a fresh kill lingers on her. Likely a deer. Her full belly may also be why this little squirrel is getting harassed rather than killed.]
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Well, uh... how is the forest doing? You guard the forest, right? [Memories starting to come back, but not quite fast enough, so forgive her?]
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Um, miss Moro, I remember you from last time I was here, but I can't remember if I asked you something. You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but... [She looks down, nervously kicking at the snow.] What are your dreams like?
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Okay... oh, miss Moro? Is it okay if I make a snowman here? [No trees will be harmed in the making of said snowman.]