By Siren's Call [Contagion] Oct 17, 2016 21:42:52 GMT -5
Post by Fletcher Fairleigh on Oct 17, 2016 21:42:52 GMT -5
Fletcher’s loud belch ripped through the air.
“Gross,” came the response from Casey, but Fletcher could see the amused twinkle in his eyes as he answered over the hunk of meat he was chewing. It was deer and wild greens for dinner, along with a handful of the wild blueberries that grew near the treehouse. Fletcher had finished off his meat and the berries, and tried to ignore the boiled plants that sat in front of him at their small cooking site by the river.
“I’m full, can I go play now?” He asked Sascha, eager to get into the woods again. For days now, all he could think about was the little burrow of mice friends that he had found under a tree a few minutes walk from the treehouse. The momma mouse had been wary of him at first, but after bringing them some leftovers for a few days, she had warmed up to him, and Fletcher wanted to go see her again.
“Ah-ah..” he was stopped by Casey’s voice just as he was about to spring up from his seat, hardly waiting for Sascha’s response. “At least try to eat those, huh?” Fletcher groaned, looking at the mushy leaves and stalks. “They’re nasty,” he complained.
“They help you grow up big and strong,” Sascha chimed in; great, both his dads were united on the vegetable front it seemed. They never made Adi and Lina finish their vegetables when they all ate together! Fletcher quickly grabbed a handful and shoved the bitter greens into his mouth. He chewed as quickly as he could, grimacing against the mass of plant stuffed into his cheeks. After some struggling, he got the mushy glob down and showed his dads his empty mouth. “Bleeeh!”
“Oh fine, go on then,” Casey said. “Stay close to the treehouse!” he heard Sascha call after him, as he was already sprinting off into the trees.
The golden light of sunset was already filtering through the trees by the time he made it to Momma Mouse’s. He let out a little huff as he realized he’d have to go home soon before it was too dark. But for now, he could spend a few minutes with his friend. “Momma Mouse, are you home?” he called out, and waited for the familiar whiskers to appear at the burrow entrance.
It took a moment, but then a small white head popped out from the hole in the tree roots. “It’s not much, but I brought some berries,” Fletcher said, taking a seat on a lifted root. He pulled a few bruised and leaking blueberries from his pocket and held them out for Momma. The chubby white mouse bounded forward onto his hand and began to nibble, and Fletcher watched contently. It was nice to have a friend.