This week I couldn't resist. I'd spent several days developing this short and sadly it's not 100 words. Anyway enjoy. Check back in for yesterday's bean counter. I know I"m all off my schedule.
CLEARING THE WIRE
Grand Pa unraveled the barbed wire slowly, he planned to add another wire for training.
"You're going to vault this fence boy if it's the last thing I do," he paused in laying the wire on the ground. "No cub of mine is gonna grow up and not be able to run."
After my parents died at the hands of hunters, Grand Pa, wanted to make sure I could run. His kind of running was different from what you'd think. He was teaching me to evade, hide, use my surroundings, and kill if I have to.
"Grandpa I'm only 10, and I'm a girl."
"Shut up BOY, you're the last of my blood line. You're going to learn how to take care of yourself."
My muscles in my hind legs were beginning to burn. Grand Pa's cougar was always fast. Today he had the devil behind him. Of course he's behind me.
The fence was nearing. I'd tried to lead him away from it, but this was his land and he knew how to guide me back. I remembered how it looked when he was done adding the new wire. The barbs looked sharp and scary. I'd have to add more speed to clear it.
Grandpa roared from somewhere to my left. I ran up the hill frantically hoping he didn't catch me. I could smell the metal from here. I'm slowing, I need more speed.
At the crest of the hill I could hear him pounding behind me. I headed for the fence, I needed to jump soon and the time was coming. Grandpa nipped my tail and I kicked up speed from somewhere. I leaped.
I wasn't going to make it. I choose quickly what I was going to sacrifice to make this jump quickly. My paws exploded in sharp spiky fires of pain. I jumped again and landed clumsy. My concentration was off and I morphed back to my human girl form as Grand Pa sailed over the barbed wire.
"Nice try boy," he said as he changed. "lets go clean you up."
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