story nest

As I'm sunning myself on a rock in my Kingdom I reminisce. I roll onto my back and give myself a back scratch turning this way and that way. I flop over to my side completely relaxed and my eyes begin to close in the sunlight. I want to go back to The Caven to read some books (available to members only). Even as a wolf pup I loved a good story. My mum used to read me my favourite such as 'The Tale of the Wolf Brothers', 'Little Red Riding Wolf', and 'Wolfbeard'. I especially loved stories in a series but mum used to get cross when I nipped her tail for more. My thoughts are rudely interrupted. My ears pick up a sound and I hear a noise in the distance. I partially sit up craning my neck and sniff the air. More trees are being lopped down. I growl but then I flop back down again. Further West they are growing plantation trees, shorties we call them. I think about reading again. My grandpa liked to read novellas (available to Genus and above) but mum said he had a short attention span and anything more than a flash fiction (availability varies) would bore him. But when he wrote it was a different story and short stories would abound. I yawn and feel myself driftin…..

(note - species (free registation), genus (subscribers) and members: tribe, family, order, class, phylum, and kingdom)