Wild Berry Meadow I'm a stitch away from making it

cameo unless seen, dont mind me, cant help myself

the wildberry field had become one of the little harlot's favorite places to be. she sauntered gaily through the place, practicing the flashy flounce of a classier lady.
today she was not alone. there was another, a round sweet dessert of a creature. feasting on her berries, they were. 
maggie attempted to obscure the pale length of her figure behind an outcrop of tangled bushes, flattening ears so that she could observe the other without being disturbed.