The rain had slowed for a short time.
It was early evening, with crickets chirping and frogs croaking, and the clearing was soggy. Empty. Except for circles of mushrooms that seemed sort of magical.
Rufus was there, too. With the mushrooms. Traveling their delicately made circles, marveling at nature’s subtle beauty.
And just…thwacking each mushroom into space with a swipe of his broad paw.
Mushroom one? POW.
Mushroom two? POW.
Mushroom three? POW.
And when he’d demolished one circle, he moved on to the next, merciless.
May 25, 2017 04:52 PM
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