Under Rain, Taking Hope by the Reins (Otherwise Untitled)
#226 of Short Stories
A badger decides.
~ The badger stumbled across the field, finally out from among the confusion of trees. Their boots felt to contain more mud than they were tromping through, and her clothes had long since been drenched the whole way through with the sluicing of rain from above. Haphazardly tumbling through the remains of the barbed wire fence, she regarded the two options at the far corner of the clearing.
~ There was no signs of lights from the house, nor any vehicles out in front. Muttering to herself, "Probly full of snakes...", as she opted to lumber towards the barn and likelihoods of unlocked doors.