Hushed Willows “I Get Around” — The Beach Boys

Finley pulled a face when Opossum pointed in one direction and said another, right before he began cackling. He didn’t mean to laugh at her, but that shit was funny!

‘North’ it is, he agreed without explaining his brief bout, humming a chuckle under his breath as he began to head southeast. Honestly, he was a little weary of the coast and he especially didn’t want to go looking for food there, so this worked out nicely.

As they padded along, a ridge rose up in their path, forcing the twosome to veer ever so slightly to the east (actual east, not Opossum’s east). That introduced them to an open plain. Finley exchanged a look with her. Surely there was all sorts of tasty morsels just hidden in those long grasses.

Pausing at the edge of the field, Finley rolled his neck and shoulders, then ran in place a little. Time to put these long legs to good use, he said, exchanging another look with Opossum before promptly vanishing into the tall grass.