Chimney

When Osprey was not spending her time coming up with new stories, hunting or gathering treasures (her den was now half-full with various stuff she had brought there and one would think that she had this as a coping mechanism for stress), she loved to explore. She never did it on purpose, rather letting the path she had chosen to lead her, wherever it wished to. Expecting the adventure on the next curve of the road was part of the fun.

Today she had stumbled upon (literally) a quite big hole in the ground - it was well-hidden in the grass, therefore she didn't notice, until her forepaws lost their ground and she almost fell in. After a bit of wriggling, she managed to get back on her feet, yet she decided to lie down and have a peek in the dark hole. It smelled of moist earth and moss and nothing else - which meant that it didn't belong to anyone. This also meant that it promised the excitement of the day.

Carefully she leaned forward and put one of her forepaws in the hole, to test, how far down the ground was.