February 15, 2011
CONFUSION
CEZEE was a little confused. She had absent mindedly wandered into Norgal’s place, she wasn’t even a little afraid of him, and before she could leave that little bit of gristle had come in an made a fool of herself. She didn’t understand how that little morsel had gathered up such courage. Instinct almost made that tidbit her lunch but she was so astonished and surprised she just stood there. And Norgal introduced her! What was that about?
She had left as soon as she could but had noticed the little appetizer of a mouse hiding under the table and as she headed back home saw him scooting among the rocks. At the same time Old Carl was coming up behind her and the area was getting too crowded and it was getting snowy. Time to go home. Tomorrow was going to be a more prosperous day.
The sound of the humming bird over head caught her attention and she shook her head. That’s all she needed today. Here she was a fabulous hunter, would take on anything or anyone, any place and she was hiding in the trees from all these lousy creatures. She was tired, that was it, and it was getting colder.
Just who was that other creature with the sharp claws and mean looking face? She hadn’t met him but there was a story that he had ripped off the leg of a snark. Well, she wasn’t missing a leg so it hadn’t been her. Must have been somebody’s dream. No snark with any integrity would have lost to that old chunky.
Tomorrow would be a feast. She could almost taste each and every one of them and they would be so easy to catch. She decided to take on the “sharp claws and mean face” first because that would be the most fun and save the mouse for last as an after dinner treat. That ground squirrel would be a nice bit but there must be more of her family that Cezee new would be close.
She sighed and made her way toward home as a small tinkle fell from the sky.
CONFUSION
CEZEE was a little confused. She had absent mindedly wandered into Norgal’s place, she wasn’t even a little afraid of him, and before she could leave that little bit of gristle had come in an made a fool of herself. She didn’t understand how that little morsel had gathered up such courage. Instinct almost made that tidbit her lunch but she was so astonished and surprised she just stood there. And Norgal introduced her! What was that about?
She had left as soon as she could but had noticed the little appetizer of a mouse hiding under the table and as she headed back home saw him scooting among the rocks. At the same time Old Carl was coming up behind her and the area was getting too crowded and it was getting snowy. Time to go home. Tomorrow was going to be a more prosperous day.
The sound of the humming bird over head caught her attention and she shook her head. That’s all she needed today. Here she was a fabulous hunter, would take on anything or anyone, any place and she was hiding in the trees from all these lousy creatures. She was tired, that was it, and it was getting colder.
Just who was that other creature with the sharp claws and mean looking face? She hadn’t met him but there was a story that he had ripped off the leg of a snark. Well, she wasn’t missing a leg so it hadn’t been her. Must have been somebody’s dream. No snark with any integrity would have lost to that old chunky.
Tomorrow would be a feast. She could almost taste each and every one of them and they would be so easy to catch. She decided to take on the “sharp claws and mean face” first because that would be the most fun and save the mouse for last as an after dinner treat. That ground squirrel would be a nice bit but there must be more of her family that Cezee new would be close.
She sighed and made her way toward home as a small tinkle fell from the sky.
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