Silently in the grass, a tan
ball-python slithers along. He would stop and taste the air, flicking
out his long forked tongue: he would freeze, that taste, "moussssse.
. ." He would change directions. . . approaching a small berry
bush.
The mouse was in the midst of chewing
at a ripe berry, eyes half closed, a blissful expression on her face
as she enjoyed a brief moment of peace. She looked to be a healthy
young doe, pleasant curves under her robes suggesting she was a good
forager
My Mouse - Part 1
By: JacktheRabbit
Favorited: 11 years ago
