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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 11:24 am
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He called it ‘the gauntlet’. Everyone else called it a fallen log.
It was the perfect training course! The perfect play place that had ever been created. A log had cracked and fallen right into the base of another tree- split at the trunk and forked upwards and outwards. A ramp to run up and a fork to jump through. Just beyond that he had a puddle to clear, a boulder to jump onto, and a series of leaves to avoid. They could be dangerous after all!
It was amazing. It was like it was built just for him to play on!
Pit drew in a deep breath, swelling his chest and filling his lungs. Springing out on over-sized paws carried by stubby cub legs, the youngster tore up the base of the log, his claws weakly gripping to the mossy surface. Huh. It was a lot more slippery than he thought it would be.
“Here I go!!!!” He announced, to no one in particular.
Up and out, his legs coiled and he sprang out, paws outstretched and legs sprawled awkwardly. He was a cub. Jumping was something he only just learned. And unfortunately he wasn’t the fastest of learners. His head cleared the fork- the boulder was within sight! He might get a little wet but-
And he stopped. There was a tightness above his hips just below his ribs. “Huh?” He squirmed, wiggled, flailed, and finally looked back to see what the hold up was. And… he was stuck. Neatly wedged in the fork of a tree with one end dangling helplessly over a puddle of water and his bum hanging down from the other side.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 11:41 am
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 11:52 am
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 12:01 pm
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 12:48 pm
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 6:35 pm
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 6:43 pm
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Pit wiped his face clean on the back of his forearm, stood up, and sloshed out of the mud. A telltale scraping of claws, a clambering of paws, and then the 'oof' he'd echoed just minutes before and Pitoo was mirroring his prior predicament...backwards. He smirked, smiled, grinned, and laughed. It was mean, true, but it was perfect! Just perfect and ironic.
"Well well." He wiped at his face again and started up the log, careful to anchor himself with his claws and balance himself out a little better than he had last time. Plopping to his belly he rested his chin on the back of his paws.
"Pitoo. Are you stuck?"
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 6:48 pm
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 6:55 pm
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 6:58 pm
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 7:23 pm
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 9:32 pm
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 10:15 pm
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 10:35 pm
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