- Feb 23, 2024
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Before hadn't been like this.
Bilberrykit is as flat and still as an undisturbed puddle. Beaded moisture collects on his nose and inbetween his padded toes. Before hadn't been like this—Bilberrykit is certain the sun had been nicer. Now, it shines down with an intensity that Bilberrykit doesn't recognize. He stays beneath it, waiting for the moment that it decides to go back to the pleasant warmth of Newleaf. That's how the sun is supposed to always feel, isn't it?
"It's too hot," Bilberrykit whines. He rolls over, as if basking on his other side might make the sun more agreeable. Basking had always made Bilberrykit want to nap, before. Now, he thinks maybe he just wants to get something to drink, "It's too hot!" Louder this time—surely whoever was about who could so something about this just hadn't heard him, "Someone let the sky know that it went too hot!"
Bilberrykit is as flat and still as an undisturbed puddle. Beaded moisture collects on his nose and inbetween his padded toes. Before hadn't been like this—Bilberrykit is certain the sun had been nicer. Now, it shines down with an intensity that Bilberrykit doesn't recognize. He stays beneath it, waiting for the moment that it decides to go back to the pleasant warmth of Newleaf. That's how the sun is supposed to always feel, isn't it?
"It's too hot," Bilberrykit whines. He rolls over, as if basking on his other side might make the sun more agreeable. Basking had always made Bilberrykit want to nap, before. Now, he thinks maybe he just wants to get something to drink, "It's too hot!" Louder this time—surely whoever was about who could so something about this just hadn't heard him, "Someone let the sky know that it went too hot!"
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