Stripe13

Moroy stood staring at his herd with fear in his heart. His herd had grown quickly over the past couple months and the bountiful summer was quickly approaching an end. The green grass was turning brown in the end of summer heat and food was becoming scarce. The leaves were just starting to turn brown at the tips, and foliage was dying back and exposing the bare bones of their stems. Thankfully there was some hope, the smell of an incoming storm was thick in the air. Moroy lowered his head from looking at the sky and in a rough voice announced to his herd “Everyone! I know the end of this summer has been rough on us but releaf is coming, a storm is on its way. We must find cover to weather out this storm”. Obedient as ever they followed Moroy as he started walking to one of his favorite hideaways, the cave. This cave didn’t have an official name in the herd, but it was well known by everyone. It provided shelter and a cool place to rest in the heat. It also served as a perfect place to