August 10, 2018 · 6:16 PM
The new moon was close.
Beauregard could sense it in his appetite. His mood was perhaps best described as "toothy," and he was nosing about away from home evening.
But he was also cheerful, a potentially troublesome mix of feelings.
Hedge mazes were no new attraction, and yet he could not recall the last time he'd visited one. Many decades, surely.
He'd worked his way quite deep into the greenery, occasionally rising on his toes for some teasing peak over the walls. Though breathing was no ordinary necessity, he did it here, seeking any scent of dinner or danger.
Running his fingers through a twisted topiary as he passed it, Beauregard hummed to himself, alive with the terrible energy that came with such dark skies.
Wehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Beauregard could sense it in his appetite. His mood was perhaps best described as "toothy," and he was nosing about away from home evening.
But he was also cheerful, a potentially troublesome mix of feelings.
Hedge mazes were no new attraction, and yet he could not recall the last time he'd visited one. Many decades, surely.
He'd worked his way quite deep into the greenery, occasionally rising on his toes for some teasing peak over the walls. Though breathing was no ordinary necessity, he did it here, seeking any scent of dinner or danger.
Running his fingers through a twisted topiary as he passed it, Beauregard hummed to himself, alive with the terrible energy that came with such dark skies.
Wehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh