Beatrix heard the shrill cry of the hawk and was quick to follow it. Mr. Hawk seemed much safer than the talking squirrels now. Cute wasn't always good. Lesson learned. She was panting, gasping for air, as pure terror was the only thing keeping her running as fast as her skinny legs could take her. She chanced a glance back as she rounded a corner, following the guide in the air.
Bad idea.
The wall of thorn weilding squirrels was terrifying. She screamed, trying to force her legs to move faster. "Go away!!" She screamed back at them, tears welling up in her eyes. She had never been so scared in her life. There was too many to stomp on, too many for Mr. Hawk to dive bomb, and now they had pokey thorns. "Moooom!!" She screamed, her breath hitching a bit, knowing she wasn't anywhere around but she couldn't help herself.
Remi
Bad idea.
The wall of thorn weilding squirrels was terrifying. She screamed, trying to force her legs to move faster. "Go away!!" She screamed back at them, tears welling up in her eyes. She had never been so scared in her life. There was too many to stomp on, too many for Mr. Hawk to dive bomb, and now they had pokey thorns. "Moooom!!" She screamed, her breath hitching a bit, knowing she wasn't anywhere around but she couldn't help herself.
Remi
