July 30, 2012 by Musical
Rodney started walking home like he did every afternoon, past the library, and through the field. Rodney loved whistling, he whistled most of the day. He couldn’t resist whistling then. The field was green, and tall, it went at least to his waist, making it a struggle to get through. He tried many ways to walk, jumping, shuffling his feet, and the one that worked best was skipping, though, it looked ridiculous. He hoped nobody saw him doing this.
Riley The Wolf was walking back home with his Dad. “Let me see, this way…I think.” said Riley’s confused father. All though, Riley didn’t care about this, he was too busy thinking about how good those chickens would taste. “Aw man, that is gonna be awesome. I hope Ma marinades it. She is the best at that.” Riley got a thoughtful look on his face, “I hope that the Coyotes don’t eat it all. That would be horrible. They aren’t the most mannered people. I hope they don’t.” He was so deep in thought that he didn’t notice that he was getting farther, and farther away.
The Boy and Wolf got close to each other without anyone of them knowing. Until, Rodney turned a left toward Riley, and Riley turned a right toward Rodney. Not as an expression they bumped into each other.