Bold is new to town and couldn't understand why no cats hung around Beauty. He'd seen her once in the moonligh…
Bold is new to town and couldn't understand why no cats hung around Beauty.
He'd seen her once in the moonlight and had been utterly smitten.
Not knowing her tastes, he leaves his own favorite things, a crunchy beetle, a smooth pebble, by her nest, not wanting to bother her.
One night, as he crept up with a new gift, a furry missile shot from the nest and bowled him over. Before he could even see who it was, her scent filled his senses.
Moonlit Beauty! His heart did a somersault, and his legs, each with a mind of its own, carried him away in a clumsy panic. He ran until his face stopped burning.
Next time, he vowed, no sneaking. He needed a proper gift. Something subtle, meaningful, and entirely him.
He looked at his own reflection in a puddle and had an idea.
Next time, he'd also need a much cooler escape.