Beasts Being Born
He came back to them with a strong wicker basket with a nice handle on it. "i'll distract them. you need to put our cubs in the basket and get out of here. if they find you, they'll kill you. all of you. run.
Helping Paws Chapter 1
He browsed the shelves until he came to the digestive aids, and placed a jar of suppositories into his basket. he'd been running low anyway.
The Heir: Back to Regulus
Snow took a big chomp out of the apple and pushed the basket of fruit with his hoof. “eat, servant,” snow snorted. “be grateful.” “glory.”
Portal Peril Chapter 3 - Intro
They looked at the massive portals one room over, and the basket of junk on the table. "yeah. i think so."
Mason's Day Off
He had a few books he had been meaning to read as well in his basket, and a pair of dark sunglasses just in case it was too bright.
Mizalin-on-Sky: Hot Spring Soak
Carefully she arranged her crumpled up flight harness and put it into the basket, before sliding the basket into a designated slot in the wall.
Yogi learns to listen
"let's go i want a pick-a-nick basket" the big brown bear says leading the way. a few minutes later the reach the camp site "how are we going to get the basket" yogi says looking around.
The Jungle Book What Could Have Happened When the Wolves Adopted Mowgli
Meanwhile in the cave, raksha had carefully taken the man cub out of his basket and was bathing him with her tounge. it was all part of the unbirthing process.
Grocery Store Dog
"oh right, sorry" he muttered as he put his basket on the belt. as he walked up, taylor was still standing there. was he waiting for him? "you, uh" greg started, not sure where to go with this. "yeah?"
The Red Room
I didn't have family, just a basket at the er door. who goes out and gets a basket for that, anyways? well, whoever dropped me off, they wrapped me in red. deep, like blood. not really silk, just something sorta like.
Razeel
She said as she plucked one from the nearest bush and put it into the basket, it being one of the bigger berries she had ever seen.
Living with Lions
In my lap was the beginning of a basket made entirely of reeds. the unfinished ends poked out every which way as i did my best to continue weaving them together. i glanced to my left.