ScratchesMäki turned his head against the light breeze and sniffed the cold air. He was in a new place, full of new smells, and the sounds around him were both familiar and new; hard-paws chewing their feed, sharp-teeth barking the distance, voices speaking in the way of the two-legs. His friend The-One-Who-Smells-Of-Cookies-And-Lets-Me-Sleep-On-Him-And-Gives-Me-Belly-Rubs-And-Scratches, or just Scratches for short, was taking him to a lot of new places lately, but to the ferret this regular travelling was simply the way of the world.More Like This
Bolting from his cover between a crate and a wall, Mäki bounded down the street, weaving between the feet of all the two-legs stomping around there. There was something going on, he could feel that. It was not usual for this many two-legs to be about after the fall of dark and besides there was a sort of solemn tension in the air that made his whiskers tingle. Only the little two-legs seemed to be their usual, raucous selves and now they had spotted him.