Lightningkit trailed after both of her siblings, stalled a little. She gave a sad whine. She'd left her favorite rock at the old camp; then the ground tried to eat them! She didn't have time to go back to the nursery to get her favorite rock (whom she had named Binko), and so they had to leave without it. She flopped into the nest, curling her tail over her snout, mourning quietly. Oh, Binko!
Should she try to find another one? Would another rock even suffice? Binko was a pretty, pretty rock, and he was smooth and round and flat; the perfect kind for stepping stones. All the other rocks she'd tried were all jaggedy and hurt real bad whenever she accidentally landed on them. Ick. No no, Binko was the best. But Binko was gone now. The bad bad ground ate him. What would she use to play stepping stones now?
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TawnyNeedsACoffee - writing this starter made me chuckle, hehe ]