Lost Creek Hollow A star is born

@Ibis

The plastic bottle Nunataq had found a month ago on the shores had become her most prized possession and treasured toy. It had lost it's initial shape and was criscrossed with teethmarks and there were some "feathered" edges, where the plastic had suffered greatly, but it was still in one piece. And the worse it looked, the greater it's value was. She took it with her everywhere, was obsessed by the myriad of crunching sounds it made and probably had annoyed 99% of her packmates in Lost Creek hollow by now.

But opinons of others had never mattered to Nuna and they did not do so now too. She had discovered music in her life and the symphony of the various plasticy sounds she could torture out of the object was the closest to nirvana that she had ever got. So, no wonder that on a moonlit evening, Nunataq had placed herself on one of the outposts (a large, flat rock) on the borders and was entertaining herself, by chewing the bottle at intervals and delighting in every sound she made happen.

Maybe they can form a band?