Heron Lake Plateau Giant's milk

hay how dare you try to thread without me >(

 

Fig was dreaming a very pleasant dream. He was running around in the grass outside of the den, chasing after something and giggling. The green ribbons were reaching for him as he went, wrapping lightly around him as he flew by, tickling him and making him laugh even more. He felt free, excited, and happy. He didn’t ever want to stop running. Not until the very end of his dream where a blade of grass wound tightly around his ankle, tripping him, and sending him falling flat on his face.

He woke very abruptly then, flailing jerkily to his stomach and spinning around wildly, trying to find the offending grass. There was none to be found, which was quite a relief. But that feeling lasted only about twenty seconds before he realized Fenn was no longer where he had left her. Then the panic rose again, and the little boy began zipping around the den, whining like an ambulance siren.

Fig quickly realized she wasn’t inside of the den, so he spun and went shooting towards the entrance. In his panic, he actually wasn’t paying any attention at all to where he was going. He just ran like a whimpering bat out of hell. And he probably wouldn’t have stopped were it not for his impeccable aim, which sent him slamming straight into his father’s hiney. He bounced off of his dad like a ping pong ball and went splat on the ground behind him, blinking up at the night sky in a daze and wondering What in the mother fuck just happened?