The Kitty scurried over the meadow, the wind at her tail, the sun on her Kitty whiskers gleaming. When the dark crept, so did she with the serpents of the grass and her tiny beetle friends. The hoo, hoo, hoo – hoot owl paralyzed her nightly.
The Piggy waddled through the forest, sniffing at tree roots and lying under the ferns to rest in the heat of the day. When the shadows descended, he whispered his oinks into the damp forest floor and got bits of earth stuck in his snout.
The Kitty and the Piggy trolled their domains foraging and crying for many months, perhaps years. No one knows. The sun rose as did the moon. The winds blew and abated. The rains poured and they were sad and sick, hiding in their burrows made of leaves and twigs.
The Kitty came to the edge of the meadow and she marveled at the wall of trees and green, leafy plants. Some had berries. Others had none. She sniffed the air and raised her gaze to the tree tops. Then she peered into the gloom, squinting. She licked her self clean, napped and returned to the meadow.
The Piggy came to the edge of the forest and the sun glared angrily. The wind carried not the susurrations of gentle avian melodies, but a wild lament that sent him darting back into the forest. He found one of his many fern groves and lied down his weary self.
Many moons passed before the Kitty or the Piggy reached the ends of their world’s once more. The Kitty stood peering, her tail raised high. The Piggy suspiciously surveyed, scuffing the earth, marking his territory.
A mockingbird screamed and dove from a nearby perch. Just before a hasty retreat into the forest, Piggy’s eye caught the mocking bird’s target. Terror failed to turn his attentions from this strange and beautiful creature. A discarded pine cone came hurdling through the branches and bounced off Piggy’s back. He let out a wailing squeal and leapt into the meadow. He shot Squirrely a baleful look. The mocking bird returned to its perch.
Kitty and Piggy saw each other and they were shy for a long spell. What followed was a joyful squall of licking and sniffing – oinking and meowing! Mocking bird and Squirrely were happy witnesses.
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