The sun lit the trees, a burst of light burning the cold away.
Run, run, as fast as you can.
The sun glistened still on the water, the mist hung low in the sky.
The calm before the storm?
We bonded quietly, content in the moment as the stream rushed alongside us and the moss squished beneath our toes.
“But I am such a fun guy,” sobbed the Fun Guy, alone in his home.
“Three Horns never play with Long Necks.”
Land Before Time