Copyright 2013 Bailey Bradford
~~Chapter Three~~
Strange dreams caused disruptions to what little sleep Steven got. He’d ran and played and rolled around, chased the moon beams on the few occasions it broke through the cloud cover, and he’d found himself a nice, fat rabbit to fill his belly. After cleaning his fur, Steven settled down in the cradling branches of a tall tree. Twice he’d been roused from his sleep by the dreams he couldn’t quite remember. It’d only been luck and sharp claws that...
Published on February 27, 2013 16:47