Post by dartharyx on Sept 14, 2011 21:24:42 GMT -5
A coyote trotted through the organized cotton field, admiring the white puffs that abounded on the trees. She panted under the blazing sun overhead, and decided to rest awhile. She slunk under a clump of cotton trees and stretched out in their sun-dappled shade, yawning in content. Ever since she had come to this farm from the woods, she had had lots of fun exploring it.