Moonspear all the way

Tiuttuk capered after their mother, their lips forming an “o” as they attempted to whistle. They weren’t very good at it, though occasionally they managed to to shape their mouth just right to get out a sharp trill. On one such occasion, a jay perched on a bough overhead chirped back as the foursome passed beneath the tree. Treepie beamed at it.

Sooner than later, they reached their destination. Pie took to exploring, their nose dropping to sniff at the fragrant bed of pine needles before ranging outward. Their tail swished as they gave up on whistling and took to humming instead. The June sun felt warm on their swarthy face when they paused to tip it skyward and muse aloud.

Today’s adventure,
Is just the first slice of a,
Very scrumptious pie.

They laughed under their breath.