Sun Mote Copse the jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Someone had remembered to bring her cracked turtle shell from the den to the rendezvous site and it remained one of Sugar Glider's most prized possessions. Today, she was using it to scoop dried dung from near the sleeping area and then depositing it into the long grasses beyond the edges of the clearing. Every time she made a trip to the fringe, she gave the purple flowers growing there the evil eye. Every so often, she used them as target practice when flinging the shriveled turds.

When she finished cleaning, Sugar sought a patch of shade and sprawled, the shell tucked in between her outstretched forelegs. She scanned the rendezvous site, then glanced upward through the leafy branches and took note of the sky. The day had dawned clear and bright, though clouds were scudding in to block the sun now. There was an interesting scent on the air which sent her pink nose wriggling, though Sugar's entire body stilled at the first distant peal of thunder.

Title from "Jabberwocky" by Lewis Carroll.