The Tangle It takes two to tangle

hope it's okay for me to toss Bunyip in!

It was hard to be lost when you didn't have somewhere to go in the first place. Yet, Bunyip felt entirely lost at this moment. The terrain was unfamiliar for a previous swamp dweller and not at all where he wanted to be. His fidgety self kept misstepping, bumping his short legs into things. Bunyip was well aware there would be a matter of bruises to attend to in the following days.

His green eyes looked away from the hazardous ground for one moment. There was a flash of moving white and in a sudden paranoid manner, he tried to scramble back. Bunyip met the ground with a soft oof before not daring to make another move. Laying on his back with his legs close to his underside certainly made the creature a pathetic sight to see.

Perhaps the ghost would spare him another day if he went ahead and played dead.