Figured I’d take a stab at this week’s Friday Fiction put out by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (I always have to double check to make sure I’m getting the name right).
burrowing picture from Rochelle’s blog
Andrea came running outside at the sound of her daughter’s high pitched screams. The first thought that came to her mind was that she was hurt, injured somehow. With her curious & fearless daughter anything was possible and she mentally prepared herself for just that – anything.
Her breath rushed back in to her body as she caught site of her daughter, safe & sound, on the ground looking up at the large oak tree in their back yard.
“Mommy, Puppy” her daughter cried pointing up at the floppy eared mutt they had just adopted from the ASPCA .
“it’s ok Lindsey, I’ll get him down” Andrea assured her daughter as she went to retrieve the ladder from the shed. It wasn’t the first time, since they brought the crazy mutt home, that she’d had to “rescue” him from the tree.