03-25-2009, 01:48 PM
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  Clang! Dunrwhirwhirwhir. Maserati's jaunt paused and the she-wolf tipped her head to one side as she considered the bizarre noises sounding further down the street. They were somewhat regular and rhythmic--obviously deliberate. Picking up the pace, she came to the crest of a hill in time to see a male wolf playing in an abandoned driveway.. with a trash can, of all things! Although she couldn't discern much other than his soft grey-brown fur and towering form, she could tell that he was having a blast. A soft, friendly smile crept across her face and her tail began to sway behind her. It had never actually occurred to her before to use the bins for anything other than their intended purpose: a convenient storage place for waste until it could be transported elsewhere. It didn't take long to figure out what he was doing, though. As the bin rolled down the small hill, it made quite an interesting noise. Quickly looking side to side, she spotted an abandoned receptacle in a neighbouring yard. She trotted over to it, inspecting it carefully, before pulling on one of the handles with her teeth. It made no noise as she dragged it across the overgrown grass and out of the corner of her eye she spotted the male moving toward a hill. Pulling harder and faster, she let out a quick, playful bark. Hold up, I want to play, too! she exclaimed gleefully.Let's race! Ack, he'd already gotten a head start! Lining up her bin quickly in the centre of the street, she began to push it, encouraging it to roll faster and faster. It caught up to some extent, but for the most part it was too little, too late. Screw it! In a quick move, Maserati ran down the hill, using gravity and momentum to her advantage. With a single elegant leap she bounded over the rolling can and charged further down the hill. Perhaps her trash can wouldn't win, but she was gaining on the large wolf quickly. Her ears fell back as she heard her bin strike a rock behind her and go flying off course to the side, where it gradually slowed. Sparing a split second glance over her shoulder she laughed aloud. Unfortunately, she'd gained more ground than she originally realised, and now she was on a direct collision course with the other wolf! Although she tried her best to skid to a halt, the hill wouldn't have any of it. She stumbled into him and went rolling a short ways down the hill--it was fortunate that by now, they were nearly at the bottom. Standing up quickly, tail racing behind her, she offered him a sheepish grin. Goodness, mate, Oi got carried away! He probably wasn't any worse for the wear, or so she hoped. Whatcyha call that game, eh? |