They hurried along, darting along amongst the tall grasses that grew near the stream. They’d left their forest home some time ago, they’d hurried down along the edges of the small cliffs, tracing the path of the stream. They marvelled at the sweet scent of the water, and the bright flowers that decorated the edges. They peeked their little head through the bundle of grass they were currently hiding in. Their heart raced as they felt the wind in their fur, this is it, this was everything. This was their dream, freedom. The wind in their fur and not a worry in the world. The forest colony Tinyhearts were so concerned about hiding from the storkies that a lot had forgotten how to enjoy the world.
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