Stavanger Bay Five lines written on a postcard

He wasn't alone on the ground for long, the golden form soon moving to where he had fallen. Pheiros was amazed at the speed in which he moved. He hoped one day his legs would obey his wishes like that, but today he would just have to deal with fat, shakey legs. The licks and feeling of the golden blur's nose moving through his fur quieted his discomfort, and he tilted his head back to look once more at the large mass of comfort. 

The light gleaming around the gold drew his attention, and Pheiros immediately became curious. Slowly, he pulled himself back up, and after a second of wobbling in place, he began to move again, this time towards the shining light. He had to see what it was.