through it with a remarkable speed from the sprint spell she cast but seconds before. She weaves between the moss covered trees that rise above. Her goal of the road within sight. Every twig that snaps as she steps upon it seems louder to her than the ones before. She trembles and gaspe...
'That's it,' I shouted, stalking outside to shut him in the garden woodshed. 'Let's see what a spell of solitary will do to your attitude.' Few looking on would have guessed that I'm a retired psychologist, who takes immense pleasure in applying his skills to the study of animal...