Mid-morning, Partly cloud, 22C/71F
Are we written in the stars
Marrah had learned her lesson after the loud swirly wind incident. She was not to go very far from the den without Mama or another one of the bigs along with her. Other pups may have been tempted by the additional freedom of being able to explore, and the girl had been before last week, but now she followed the rules strictly.
That being said, she was hot. And bored. The sun moved lazily in and out from the clouds, but when it was out it was beaming down on the dark pup. She wanted to go out, she wanted to see something new, she wanted to hear new words and new stories. But, she couldn’t do anything until a big came along and helped her with any of those things.
So, she flopped miserably in front of the den entrance, too young to realize that she would be less hot if she moved into the shade. Sighing dramatically she let out a sad, ”woowooowoo,” of a howl, trying to attract the attention of a big, then everything would get better.
or are we written in the sand?