Moonspear i want to be part cookie, part cheeseburger

acrux had managed to scoot his little boot halfway up the boulder when a single slip sent him tumbling down like humpty dumpty. fortunately, he did not break into a bunch of little pieces like the fairy-tale character had. rather, he was left only with a small cut on one of his forelegs that was barely visible beneath his fur. still, it hurt! 

he glanced back towards his pale mother to search for some encouragement before he dusted himself off and set his sights back on the boulder. like a bull ready to charge, the pudgey babe kicked up some dirt and then charged himself right back up to where he had fallen before. this time though he secured his footing, and managed to scoot himself just a little higher than he'd gone before.