11-27-2012, 08:56 PM
A soft curse word followed when his spearhead missed its mark. Gaze watched the unharmed squirrel scamper up his oak tree and disappear out of sight. Sighing heavily Midas lumbered on, continuing his search for edible things that could be eaten. If memory served correctly, mythical birds were omnivorous. Perhaps he would have better luck with the lingering vegetation. He knew of a particular berry that grew nearby. Huckleberry's, they grew even in the cold of winter; perhaps there would be berries for him to pluck. Sights set out toward finding these little berries, senses remained alert to anything that might pop up and give him another chance to hunt. |