Moonspear Nothing wrong with the radio

Delicate paws traced her way down to the nearby mountain spring and river. Furs balanced precariously across her back. It bowed her front legs a little and she had to stop often to situate them. Her figure too small for the size of the bundles she carried, but she continued doggedly forward with intent. A glimmer of pride and determination in the jade of her eyes.

When she finally made it and she dropped them with a soft whomp, she took a deep breath and then stretched her limbs forward and rolled her shoulders. 

Goodness gracious. She murmured quietly and with a splash she tossed the first fur into the water. She shivered as she jumped in paws deep in the water. The cold was harsh at first, but it soon felt good with the sun beating down and she began to sing a song, Moonwoman had taught her so long ago. 


The rabbit mother  listens. Plop into the water, and she rolled it. 

The rabbit mother runs She rolled it again and scrubbed at some stubborn spots. 

The rabbit mother sees the dawning of the sun A gentle pull and she sprinkled some sand. 

The rabbit mother knows. She swirled it again. 

The rabbit mother sings.

The rabbit mother makes her nest in the home of leaves. She pulled the fur from the water and spread it out to dry. Pushing the next one in and starting all over again.