Wonderful photo by Michelle Coldwell - as seen on CG Photo Club
My creative mind springs into action...
Franny Field Mouse collapsed in the shelter of the discarded pallet, relieved to finally find refuge for a couple moments of rest. Her mind, reluctant to relax, replayed the events of the last hour. Not only had she narrowly avoided the falling book, she had slipped behind the computer, only to find out that the cat had chosen that very location to take a nap.
She made a quick change in direction and scurried along the edge of the room and slid under the basement stairs.
'Few, that was close!'
Franny was calming her nerves when she felt something was very wrong. Franklin, the feline, had spotted the retreating form of Franny and crept slowly behind the unsuspecting field mouse, hoping to trap her. Suddenly the chase we on!
Franny sprang into motion and twisted her way through a maze of containers then jumped for the edge of a winter coat. She rushed up the coat, along the rod, through a hole and popped out at the top of the stairs. Luck would have it that the back door opened and she slipped through, just as Franklin rushed past the legs of the dog and almost caught her. Through the tall grasses, behind the dog house and into the lane she sprinted. Over the dried leaves and through the knothole in the fence.
Franklin never slowed and took the fence in a single leap. A slight hesitation as he picked his way along the top of the fence, keeping his keen eyes on the retreating form of the little mouse. Franny never hesitated but flew through the discarded scraps of metal in the junk yard until she found a stack of wooden pallets. She slipped between the broken pieces of wood and finally collapsed, staying as still as possible. Franklin jumped over discarded pieces of old cars and broke down appliances. He saw the tail of the little field mouse as she slipped behind a building.
Just as he cut the corner, Franklin came face to face with a bulldog. Franklin planted all four paws on the back of dog and sprang for the top of the nearest piece of junk. The last sounds that Franny heard were the hisses of the cat as he defended himself against the barking dog. She closed her eyes and let out a long sigh."
Franny Field Mouse collapsed in the shelter of the discarded pallet, relieved to finally find refuge for a couple moments of rest. Her mind, reluctant to relax, replayed the events of the last hour. Not only had she narrowly avoided the falling book, she had slipped behind the computer, only to find out that the cat had chosen that very location to take a nap.
She made a quick change in direction and scurried along the edge of the room and slid under the basement stairs.
'Few, that was close!'
Franny was calming her nerves when she felt something was very wrong. Franklin, the feline, had spotted the retreating form of Franny and crept slowly behind the unsuspecting field mouse, hoping to trap her. Suddenly the chase we on!
Franny sprang into motion and twisted her way through a maze of containers then jumped for the edge of a winter coat. She rushed up the coat, along the rod, through a hole and popped out at the top of the stairs. Luck would have it that the back door opened and she slipped through, just as Franklin rushed past the legs of the dog and almost caught her. Through the tall grasses, behind the dog house and into the lane she sprinted. Over the dried leaves and through the knothole in the fence.
Franklin never slowed and took the fence in a single leap. A slight hesitation as he picked his way along the top of the fence, keeping his keen eyes on the retreating form of the little mouse. Franny never hesitated but flew through the discarded scraps of metal in the junk yard until she found a stack of wooden pallets. She slipped between the broken pieces of wood and finally collapsed, staying as still as possible. Franklin jumped over discarded pieces of old cars and broke down appliances. He saw the tail of the little field mouse as she slipped behind a building.
Just as he cut the corner, Franklin came face to face with a bulldog. Franklin planted all four paws on the back of dog and sprang for the top of the nearest piece of junk. The last sounds that Franny heard were the hisses of the cat as he defended himself against the barking dog. She closed her eyes and let out a long sigh."