Stone Circle pop goes the weasel

set around the borders

the day started like any other normal one.

when easthollow was lit by dawn, catfish was ready to seize the day. she went about her morning routine as usual. by the time the sun was blazing above, the little stoat was prepared for the most exciting part of the day. it was time to hunt.

catfish was delighted to find a trail that lead to a few plump rabbits. just the sight of them made her mouth water. no time to waste! it was time to put on a show.

now most carnivorous mammals prefer to chase their prey like uncoordinated savages. not the clever stoat. they had a more foolproof trick up their sleeves and catfish never took it for granted.

the little stoat bursted through the brush in a dramatic fashion. her twirls and flips easily gained the attention of her unsuspecting prey. they stood still, mesmerized by the performance that ever so slight creeped upstage by each moment. this hunt was going along nicely.

but then everything went wrong. the rabbits  snapped out of their trance and went running into the heart of easthollow. catfish certainty wasn’t pleased by her audiences’s sudden exit. hey! what’s the big idea? unfortunately, the stoat was unaware of the danger that was coming her way.