Post by swan on Jul 15, 2020 12:00:22 GMT -6
[googlefont="Neucha"] Milo He’d done a little traveling since sprouting, coming upon a wet little clearing with ample sunshine and surrounded by rain trees bursting with delicious red fruit. Milo lived in an abandoned burrow near the edge of the clearing, under one of the larger rain trees. It was warm and damp, but a cozy enough home. Today, when he’d emerged for breakfast, he’d found himself staring at a very different Milo in a puddle. A Milo with lime green spots all over his face. Milo’d spent the whole morning trying to wash this weird slime stuff off his face. He’d tried everything! Water, leaves, mud and surprisingly prickly grass. Now, not only was his face covered in leaves and mud, but he was sneezing up a storm. Something about sticking his face in the grass had just left him wheezing up a storm. “ACHOO!” Something had definitely just gone running up a tree just now. It was official, nature simply hated him. The green fur examined his stained face in a puddle, feeling mocked at the spot of lime green that peeked through the dry streaks of mud. Milo narrowed his eyes, lifting his leg so that he could give that stupid puddle a STOMP right in its stupid face! And yet, despite the amount of days since his sprouting, he had barely managed to swing his leg upwards before he was toppling right into the puddle. Now this day…this day is off to a GREAT start! “Speech” |
