Amal's Stories

Lost

The sun's going to come out soon. The worms taste exquisite in the mornings. I wonder if the human would help me find my way back. Maybe the human's lost too. I wonder if someone provides refuge for the lost ones. The human seems to be deep in thoughts, not even the courtesy to acknowledge its fellow being. It needs to do some flying. It sure seems to make the others pleasant. I wonder why no one prefers hopping like me. Oh yes, I should be finding my way back..

COPYRIGHT OFS 2015. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.