Lion Head Mesa In the shifting sea of starlings

toula quite enjoyed the quiet woman, and the feeling grew all the more when she lowered herself to be closer to where she could reach. toula wiggled in turn. in life, she had been refused nothing. she did not even think to look back, to see if she might be now. it was an impossibility in that it had never happened before, and so the thought did not occur to her.
toula bounded toward the others nose, her wildly wagging tail compromising every bounce to a girl not well-accustomed to walking. but even still she did not stumble. and as she stopped short of that inky nose, toula attempted to circle backward. a dance move she had seen. would her new friend like it? she hoped so!