Fluffy little 3 year old lioness cub Maisy had spent the whole day playing with the children of the Zenith Tribe: Rat, Ox, Tiger, Dragon, Snake, Goat, Rabbit, Monkey, Horse, Rooster, Dog and Pig. Zita, her older sister, played along and never forgot to take breaks to keep a watchful eye on her little friend as she played and tumbled about.
At last, the sun finally set at about 6:15PM, and it was time for our two sisters to head off to bed. After playfully wishing the children goodnight, Zita tenderly carried Maisy back to their leafy nest.
Maisy, her little legs shaky from a whole day of play, wobbled over to the nest and comically tumbled into it.
“Me-e-e, eow.” she went as she did.
Zita giggled at her small sister’s antics.
“Oh, Maisy-Waisy, you’re such a muffin.”
She sat down in the nest beside her, gently took her in her wooden arms and fed her a small, warm bowl of maple milk. Maisy felt contented as her older foster sister fed her droplet after droplet, and once the bowl was all dry, Maisy hiccuped, freeing a small pale orange bubble as she did.
“Sssshhhh….”
Zita picked up her little sister and held her close to her body, first removing her rope-made jumper so she can hold her furry, snuggly body close to her smooth, wooden skin.
“No tears…no tears now.” Zita whispered in a gentle, hushed voice.
“Meeeeooooww…” yawned Maisy as she rested her dizzily tired head on Zita’s shoulders. Zita sighed softly. She smiled.
“You are such a fluffy little bundle of sunshine. Those little toes!
Those little fingers!
The way you meow….you’re so different, drawn compared to our solid skin. I am of a wooden flesh, carved from an arborial side of nature.
She watched the other kids being tucked in by their parents with gentle care, and a tear dripped down her slender, caring face.
“Don’t worry about them…you’ll be the one of a kindest, rough-lined little being who will change our world of connected life forever.”
Zita kissed the little cub goodnight and lay down to sleep beside her. She gave her Fluffy, her favourite soft cat toy, to cuddle. Both of them felt so comfortable together.
Zita sleepily hugged Maisy as their whole world grew dark under the loving, soft caress of the moonlight. These two sisters may have found each other all those years ago…but now, they were inseparable.
THE END.
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