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| PROMPT March 4th Use the following words as inspiration for your entry: inquiry, curiosity, investigation, suspicion, and clandestine. (You need not use the words in your entry, but if you do, please highlight them in bold or a different color.) Collin sat on the bumpiest log in the darkest part of the oldest forest in the land. His pointy little ears sagged and his fuzzy little face scowled. He curled a gnarly fist under his hairy little chin and rested his bony elbow on his bonier knee. He huffed out a stale cloud of dust and discontent. He was bored. He was frustrated. And he was restless. He was tired of the usual tricks and traps he set for those stupid, stupid humans that existed on the edge of the forest. His mischief was mundane and after 300 years no one seemed to notice. No one ever said, "Beware that shifty little devil, Collin, for he has some awful tricks up his sleeves!" Nope, no one EVER said that. Well...to be honest, he had no sleeves. It was hot in the forest so he threw off his usual tunic in favor of a cotton tank which the Americans called a "wife beater". Ha! Wife-Beater indeed. The Americans were a lot he just didn't understand. Back to boredom. Collin needed something new. He needed new tricks, new traps, new ways to fluster and flummox the humans at the edge of the forest. And he also needed...danger...he NEEDED the thrill of espionage and danger and deceit. He needed to rouse suspicion and raise the hackles on the backs of the humans. But how? Exactly how could he do this? Collin tapped his bony finger on his bonier knee. He pushed out his tongue and spit the remnants of his nasty little pipe into the dried up leaves cradling the bumpiest log in the darkest forest. He huffed out another cloud of rancid air. He was surely in a pickle. A cloud floated above the trees in the darkest part of the forest. It nearly rested in the branches of the trees and touched Collin with a damp misty finger. Collin spat at the cloud with a filthy "phtat". But...there was something about that cloud. It seemed to...beckon him...to call him to some other place...to invite him to something...fun...even exciting. Yes! That was it! Collin's curiosity was definitely piqued now! He just had to follow that cloud. He had to make inquiry post haste! So Collin did what Collin does best. He tucked his wife-beater into his saggy tights. He spit on his grimy palms and wiped his dirty little face, smoothing his wiry hair back against his skull. He jumped and tapped both heels together in the air as he was taught to do as a "wee mite" and landed on both feet in the dried leaves that cradled the bumpiest log in the darkest part of the forest. He conjured a curse, a mighty strong curse. And then he cursed everything around him, including the stupid, stupid humans that existed on the edge of the forest. He waved both hands in the air and turned his back. He was off to follow that cloud. He was off to new mischief and new traps and new tricks. Collin left the bumpiest log in the darkest part of the oldest forest in the land. And after 300 years he would never look back. |
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