Soft whisper of feathers on fur, soft sound blending with the sound of the rain. The hummingwolf stretches, yawns. Outside the nest, grey on grey on silver on grey and a few streetlights with their auras of gold. Rain may have cleansed the night, but new dirt comes with the morning. Ah well, there is still a delicate beauty here.
Time to forage for food. The hummingwolf has good luck this morning--nuts, berries, and a demitasse of cocoa. Warmth, good food, a world half-asleep waiting to be explored. While there are many other things a creature could wish for, for this moment this is enough.
But you know, with four paws and two wings, you'd think I'd have figured out by now some way of carrying a purse, a bookbag, and an umbrella all at the same time without looking like a failed court jester.
Time to forage for food. The hummingwolf has good luck this morning--nuts, berries, and a demitasse of cocoa. Warmth, good food, a world half-asleep waiting to be explored. While there are many other things a creature could wish for, for this moment this is enough.
But you know, with four paws and two wings, you'd think I'd have figured out by now some way of carrying a purse, a bookbag, and an umbrella all at the same time without looking like a failed court jester.
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