Sunday 4 February 2018


I was hiding behind a bush, in my territory.
I peeked out from behind it.

I thought I saw something.

I hid behind the bush again.

I peeked out from behind it again.

Something moved.

I crouched.
I wiggled my bum.

I shot out, and ran to the moving thing.
I clawed it.
I bit it.
I savaged it.

It was a tall bit of grass that had been waving in the wind.

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