Stone Circle Hello there.

Swiftlet's determination was a strange and fickle thing. On any given day he might refuse to abandon his task no matter how futile. On another, he would give up almost immediately. Today was one of those latter days.

He had succeeded in pulling the rabbit an inch or two but then that was it. His prey refused to budge and even though it was supposed to be dead it had the nerve to 'groof' at him. The boy sat up with a huff and glared through narrowed eyes.

You eat too much, rabbit. Swift declared. You're too fat.