Set in the fields not far from the pond, with adult(s) assumed watching from nearby.
- Afternoon, Clear - 87 ° F/31 ° C
The new world was so big, all this outside, so much of it, how could he ever hope to explore it all? His legs were too short, they hardly got him anywhere no matter how fast he ran. In the end someone always caught up, to drag him back, long before his thirst for adventure was sated. He liked his home, the golden grass was fun to hide in, and housed all manner of interesting creatures. But already, the youngest Avalon was growing tired of it all, he knew the rye, its birds and bugs and critters, he wanted more. But he was stuck here, held captive like he had been as a babe in the den. This jail was larger, but he was no less confined.
One day he would escape his captors, but until then he would do his best to get whatever fun out of them he could. Playing tricks on the adults set to guard him was one of the young sparrow’s favorite things, second only to playing them on his siblings, which he did whenever the boredom of his imprisonment really got to him. Like now. They had all been resting in the sun after their midday meal – the new stuff their parents had started bringing them fell heavy in young stomachs – but now Gale was growing restless, his puppy energy far too intense for him to sit still for long. So he went searching through the grass, using his developing sense of smell to sniff out the nearest of his littermates. And as soon as a dark back came into his view, the mousy pup collected his paws, butt wiggling a few times before he threw himself at the unsuspecting victim, releasing a vicious yip as he attacked.
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