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Her ear flicked backward, shooing Thunder from her head. Heeding her warning he retreated into the grasses and disappeared, he would be back he always came back. The pumpkin patch was a shameful one, late in the season most where ready to dye in the next heavy frost. Some, though, were bright as the setting sun perfect round and smelling of sweet earth. It was a serene and quite place, until she realized she wasn’t alone.
How he crept up on her she didn’t know, but still his presence was only natural in such exploratory situations. His small body snake under her, settling between her two front legs. His burnt orange color contrasted with her light fur and his voice filled her ears. Looking down she found bright green eyes of his mother looking back at her.
”Well, this is where you come from, pumpkin head.” She teased, touching his forehead with her nose. It was a comforting touch, allowing her to take in his scent and confirming that he was all right. She stepped forward, careful not to bump him, and approached the largest pumpkin that sat to their left. She examined it, enthusiastically crouching into a play stance as if asking for the fruit to play with them.
“This my boy, is a pumpkin.” Her voice was proud and her chest puffed out in a boasting manner. It was surprising that they had found such a place, its rare to find fruits and vegetables among the wilderness. Without someone to tend it, gardens usually were lost to the undergrowth. |