Post by Peliot on Mar 27, 2009 10:17:51 GMT -5
Peliot knelt down by the ground. He put his hands on a soft impression made by a stoat or maybe a ferret. He rubbed the outline with his paw. It was definatly a stoat. He raised up slowly and sighed contently. He loved tracking down vermin and bringing much needed justice. He looked up at the sun and put a hand to his face to shield it from the rays. He judged it to be about noontide. He scouted about for a suitable place to wait out the hottest part of the day. He spotted a lone tree on the edge of a cliff and he sidled over to it and plopped down under its shady foliage.
" Oh boy Oh boy Oh boy. Lunch!"
He grabbed a few oatcakes from the small haversack on his back. He chomped down on the first one, and almost let out a shout of ecstasy, for oatcakes were one of his favorite foods. He followed the first cake with a sip of elderberry wine he had found in the house of a hedgehog family that had been murdered by this stoat. It surprised Peliot that the stoat had not found the wine, but then again stoats aren't known for their smarts.
" Oh boy Oh boy Oh boy. Lunch!"
He grabbed a few oatcakes from the small haversack on his back. He chomped down on the first one, and almost let out a shout of ecstasy, for oatcakes were one of his favorite foods. He followed the first cake with a sip of elderberry wine he had found in the house of a hedgehog family that had been murdered by this stoat. It surprised Peliot that the stoat had not found the wine, but then again stoats aren't known for their smarts.