The Stag and the Ocean
That seemed to reassure him a bit, and i explained the rules of cricket - at least in terms of the darts game. actual cricket, explained to a yank, is a technical feat right up there with explaining an einstenian rosenbridge to a juvie.
When a Wolf Loves a Fox--Prelude
The wind, and water, the crickets and fireflies just seem to intertwine like nothing else can in this world. but i couldn't stop thinking about the dream i just had. there seems to be something going on inside the enigma of my mind.
The Cat Who Lived in a Garden
In the morning she'd stretch and she'd yawn, while she still remembered her dream, then she'd hunt the shrubs behind the shed for a mouse or maybe a cricket to eat. she would clean her paws with a raspy cat tongue, to make sure she looked dandy and neat.
The Cursed Witch
The loud chorus of frogs and crickets gave their ears plenty of other sounds to listen to. stretched out before them was a body of water where several trees stood.
A Cool and Calm Night
Gently the soft tunes of the oldies started to fill the air around the grassy-hillside as crickets chirped along to the beat and birds softly went to sleep.
The Outlander Epilogue
The crickets chirruped lazily as if to serenade the summer flowers now in full bloom. on one path a vixen walked peacefully towards the massive sandstone building of redwall abbey that loomed over the tree line in front of her.
A moment of rest
You let the sounds of distant crickets and frogs calm you, their constant low hum a pleasant reminder of the life that surrounds you. you are ready. you close your eyes and take a deep breath once again.
Stella and Vine
We kick up crickets and butterflies as we walk along\* stella: \*the first cricket startles me and i jump up on your back\* heh heh... sorry.
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 13)
The two stay silent, with nothing but the whispered rustling of leaves and cricket chirps keeping them company. "what's wrong?" desmond asks after a while. hafsa doesn't move, eyes and ears still locked on the faraway foliage. "nothing."
For Everything, A Season
The call of crickets drifted through the open bedroom window, but other than the typical calls of the everglades nocturnal denizens, silence once again claimed the two young foxes' bedroom.
Omatsuri
He carefully tried to squeeze the squishy, wiggly cricket between two fingers (dropping quite a few of them, and squishing one or two) and dipped it just under the surface.
Sunrise - Part 2
The ambience coming from the forest was always a pleasure to him, as he loved the calming sounds of crickets, birds, and sometimes the wind blowing through the trees as well. chip opened the door to his house and walked inside.