Blackfoot Forest The Bright Sun Comes Up

She landed on top of him in the lamest dog pile, and probably the most embarrassing kind. But as her daze cleared and he roused with a worried and genuine apology, Jasmine had already broken with a bouncing trill of laughter.

Nah dude, you were like a helpless log, that was totally me! It wasn’t like he’d put himself straight across some towpath in wait of the first wolf he could trip. Even Jasmine knew that would be a nasty prank. She tried to get herself off of him in some graceful way, but there was no way besides sliding to the ground that didn’t involve stepping on him more.

So slide she did, and chattered out, were you actually sleeping there? I tried but those foxes wouldn’t stop screaming.

Maybe she wouldn’t have joined them if she’d known there was someone else like her in these woods.