The moose watched her lock her red door, walk across the little bridge then start running!
Nostalgic blue rodeo melodies and tunes, filled her ears, and started competing with the speed and pounding sound, of her running steps! All now playing to the drumming echos, of her pounding heart!
They all held hands and ran together! Until they all formed a rhythmic mass, unaware of the forest, the trees, the snow on the ground, the squirrels yelling their protesting screech and then deciding to just run the opposite way, just incase, this running creature, might decide to run vertically, climb up trees, and take over their cozy nests!
‘Is she another imposter!? Is she another desperate soul, living in her head, while running the snowy trails, to feel…a little…alive?!’ The moose scratched his beard! He has seen so manny running, walking, fleeing, chasing.. creatures, throughout this snowy forest! And he’s sure he’s seen her before.
‘There’s so much out there…there’s so much to experience’…The moose finally tuned in, to her thoughts among the loud tunes, as he watched her run! Run away from her old skin. Her daily rituals, shackled to her ankles, running along with her! He lifted up one hoof, like an index finger…gesturing! He wanted to tell her ‘hey…I think, it’s best to leave all those shackles behind! And just run free for the next hour!’. But she’s not one known to listen! So the moose lowered his raised hoof back down! And sighed.
‘One day, she’ll either settle down! Or lose herself to the intoxicating freedom of this forest…and never come back! But at least, she’s always…smiling’