Kisses had left the weasel colony at Daffodil Hill and found his way into a large valley, where he hoped to find adventure and fun. He’d always dreamed of exploring the world, of leaving behind the same old same old and seeing everything. Now he was doing it, and boy was it fun. The place smelled like wolves sure, but Kisses wasn’t afraid. He figured if he ran into any, he’d just appeal to their better nature and they’d let him go. Who would hurt him, honestly, look at those big brown eyes!
He’d found a sap filled tree, and had scurried atop a root so he could reach the sap. He sat there, with his front paws on the tree and lapped at the sweet liquid. They didn’t have this stuff back at the hill, he couldn’t wait to tell his brothers and sisters all about the orange goo that tasted like a little slice of heaven.
he was so close! So very close to his molten prize! He reached out his tiny black paws, stretching his long body as far as it would go. But just before he could get to the sap he heard footsteps nearby. His small ears swiveled, and his top half twisted in the direction of the footsteps. His nose twitching he waited patiently for the other to show themself, and when they did he found himself looking at a russety red wolf. She looked serious, like she meant business. Kisses better address this.
d’you want some? I’m so close to getting it and I could give you some! I like sharing!
squeaked the young fiery red weasel, facing her with a dumb naive smile.
Kisses’ new friend stopped in her tracks when he spoke to her. She seemed very confused, had she never seen sap before? Oh no! She was missing out so much, sap was one of Kisses favorite things, a delicacy amongst the Daffodil Hill community! He couldn’t wait to show red friend!
You eat it! It goes right in your mouth and it tastes so good! You’re gonna love it!
said the small boy, reaching up to run one of his paws over his head. When he was done his face was puffed up, so he shook out his fur with a string of giggles.
red friend was STILL not convinced. Kisses had thought his advertising had been pretty solid, but she seemed still a skeptical customer. She wanted him to eat first, he shrugged his little weasel shoulders and in a jolly tone replied, Ok!
He then turned to the sap and got back to reaching. He stretched his paws out, then has an idea! He can climb! Duh, silly Kisses. He grabbed onto the bark and hoisted himself up closer to the sap, sticking his hind legs in some crevices for footholds and now he was able to lick at the sap!
His little pink tongue eager lapped at the sugary goo, and his tail shivered with delight. He looked back to the red girl, See? Food!
he said gleefully, turning back to lick some more.
Kisses giggled when his new buddy mentioned barf, it was a funny word. Lol, barf. He listened with wide eyes as she questioned his sap further, saying it didn’t look much like any food she’d had. Well of course! Sap was a delicacy, there was nothing like sap ‘cept sap! His head flopped from side to side as he replied, yeah, doesn’t look much like berries and nuts. I think it tastes great but if you don’t want to try it I respect your decision.
He let out a musical hum, a smile on his little face.
The strange little creature seemed to think that her comment was funny. She snorted at his giggle and shook her head, confused. He was peculiar in many ways, but she was still hoping to wrap her mind around his purpose there. Piper was certain she'd never seen something so strange before; not in the valley, anyway.
The weasel commented about how the sap was not like berries or nuts and she sighed with an exasperated expression. “You know, I don't eat berries or nuts...” she informed him with a single furrowed brow. The other seemed to arch over her shimmering gold eye. Maybe this was like the homba that Tadec and Mona had talked about. He wasn't a magic fox, but he must have been a magic... something.
Kisses was having a great time, until he was informed that red friend didn’t eat berries or nuts. WHOA THERE BUCKO! no BERRIES?!! no NUTS!? Kisses looked utterly shocked at this discovery, and frankly a little hurt. Out of the four main food groups, berries and nuts were definitely the best (those groups being, berries, nuts, insects, and leafy stuffs). Was she an bug eater, like his uncle Hershey? Or a leaf eater like grandma Ghirardelli? He ran through all the possibilities, racking his tiny weasel brain trying to figure out why she didn’t eat berries and nuts.
Finally he just had to ask, his eyebrows furrowed neatly above his big black eyes, what do you eat then miss?
kisses is d u m b somebody find the dunce cap
God buddy, she thought to herself with a skeptical frown, this is gonna be rough news.
“I usually eat things like you,” she told him with a knowing shrug. Typically, she didn't talk to her meal before she scarfed it down. She felt like this was something she should tack onto her response. “Usually don't chat with my food, though.” Truth be told, it was a little off-putting for her to look at the tiny prey animal and to imagine him dead, clutched between her teeth. It was with this mental image that she cast aside any possibilities of the little creature possessing magic – of any kind – and pegged him as being a gifted member of his species.
He still looked like lunch to her, but she couldn't bring herself to chow down on something she'd had a talking with. With a soft little sigh, Piper realized that she wasn't going to be getting much out of the experience other than a fun little story to share with Marten. She wasn't even sure if her brother would believe that she'd talked to food that talked back. Still, she was sure she could spin a tale or two.