"Big rain, " whispered Beech.
"Long rain, " hoomed Oak.
"Much rain, for laughing streams and running rivers, " pleaded Willow, trailing long wispy branches through the dust.
The mouse wiggled his nose at Willow, careful to avoid his spreading roots. Wilow saw it, and frowning, swept a trailer towards him.
"No fear, " squeaked the mouse. "I've no desire to be caught inside a snicking crack!" and the mouse scampered up the Oak.
"Tickles, " said Oak.
"I'll get him, " offered Willow ominously.
"Bethberry!" called Beech. "Big rain, before Oak is caught between Willow and a Mouse!"
Bethberry sighed. "Nothing like pressure, " she muttered. Outside the Inn, a light pattering began on the streets.
Last edited by piosenniel; 11-28-2009 at 11:35 PM.
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