Post by Kyle Corvus on Jul 30, 2008 21:20:24 GMT -8
Kyle crouched so low he was keeping his balance with his only four fingers. Almost blind eyes trained on the hole through his glasses, waiting for movement. He had been there for three hours, wanting to catch the mouse he had been after. It had gone from the X-store that he was the mouser for, and hid under the boards of the Starbucks next-door. He wanted it, wanted his lunch. THERE! It moved!
Dashing forward, he snapped his long jaws at the rodent, missing by a hair. Running after it, his long stork legs splayed out and long wings moving every-which-way to keep his balance. Racing around the back of the store, then around the corner, he came to the front and ran head-long into someone. His poor eye-sight made him miss the mouse, and run into someone. Cooing in pain he held his head and sat on the concrete. At last it was night, that helped a bit. Then it wasn’t so bright.
Dashing forward, he snapped his long jaws at the rodent, missing by a hair. Running after it, his long stork legs splayed out and long wings moving every-which-way to keep his balance. Racing around the back of the store, then around the corner, he came to the front and ran head-long into someone. His poor eye-sight made him miss the mouse, and run into someone. Cooing in pain he held his head and sat on the concrete. At last it was night, that helped a bit. Then it wasn’t so bright.
