Hooray For Our Talkeetna
Steam rose. Bubble-bubble-boil. "You don't like turnips, doctor?" "Well, uh ... I, uh ... " A slight sniff. And, clacking her beak a bit, the black-and-white warbler replied, "Not especially, no." She absently smoothed her feathers. ...
Welcomed
The lighting in the small, screen-filled room was a dim, soothing blue. And it made Talkeetna's fur look darker than it actually was. "Have you turned off the devices? Lowered the magnetic field?" "Yes," was the simple, soft reply from Mariposa....
Yellowknife
It was approaching evening, the air quiet. Songbirds, yes. And the breeze, too. But a blanket of organic peace descending, renewed with the promise of life never-ending. His paws gently kneaded, gently slid, rubbing, massaging her bare, furry...
Ask a Silly Question
It was mid-morning, a new day. Another day of waiting. The butterflies had agreed to come and 'notify' the furs when any potential rescue ship entered range. Which, Talkeetna hoped, was soon. Maybe three or four more days. But, honestly, they had...
Light Drizzle
It was dark, the middle of the night. Overcast, and no moon in sight. Though there was a moon up there, behind the low-lying cloud-cover. Stratus clouds, rolling in. A pained, piercing mew. Carried by the breeze. A shrill howl. Piercing the...
Doxology
"Where'd you get that?" Emerson looked up. "In the, uh ... it survived the crash. In the wreckage," he replied, shyly, looking up from his reading. He had a Bible in his paws. The marmot smiled, standing. And gave a nod. "Well ... what're you...
We Delight
" ... bugs or berries, Taylor. I'll take either." A pause, looking around. "It's just that the bugs are a bit harder to catch without, uh ... bug-catching things," she trailed. Still looking. Still hunting. "Well, who says that we're gonna find...
Magnetism, Maybe
"How is she?" "Hurt," was the succinct, distracted response. Mixed with the sounds of mechanical instruments. Little hums and beeps. Little green, blinking lights. "I know that. I mean ... " The red squirrel let out a breath. An exhale. And...
Midnight Sun
You can do this, Meadow. Close your eyes. Slow, deep breaths. That's it. Count to ten? Maybe a hundred. No, wait! That won't work. Don't think. Yeah. Clear your head. Let the sensations cradle you ... The soft, fancy sheets, blue and white,...
2.8 - Winging It
"That's far enough!" They came to a halt. "Where do you think you two are going?" Sheila demanded brusquely, moving a paw to her sleek, fully charged phase pistol. She didn't wield it. Just wanted them to know it was there. The silver hare was posted...
Roadside Attraction
"Is it in reverse?" "Yes," he replied, tensely, whiskers a-twitch. "Maybe you're not giving it enough gas?" "Our truck doesn't run on gas." The mouse's voice was getting higher-pitched, even more than normal. He was tense, frustrated. They'd been...
3.8 - Design For Living
"What position were you in?" "There are other ways to hurt your back besides breeding," the mouse insisted, lying on a bio-bed in sickbay. He was on his honey-gold belly, arms crossed, chin resting atop them, eyes staring straight ahead. Wearing...