08-24-2018, 10:51 PM
[align=center][div style="width:400px; font-size:8.4pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]Though a child there had never been a time when a plentiful water source permitted such action, to waste any drinkable water unthinkable for it was a fine line between life and death in the desert. Yet here it was different, the lush green of the landscape speaking of rainfall which proved steady and the land was cut by streams and rivers, offering water as a source of play when the mood struck.
Compared to the other two present Harland held no sense of worry for he held no experience with this, lacking even the skill of swimming, and so approached with curiosity, wanting more to know rather than participate. But then the say was curiosity killed the cat, at least this time there was no end in store, simply an unfortunate surprise. Approaching a balloon he gently touched it, small paw barely able to push the blue plastic down, feeling the liquid within move. A gentle sound of surprise escaped him and he pressed a little harder.
A sudden sharp cry escaped him, touched with fear as the water came splashing out and suddenly he was bolting, a tiny blur of black and white weaving in and out of the balloons set about. He had not expected the sudden rush of water, all too clear in his want to escape though during it he stumbled into more balloons, soft whimpers escaping him as they exploded beneath his paws, left soaking as he diving into a patch of long grass.
Compared to the other two present Harland held no sense of worry for he held no experience with this, lacking even the skill of swimming, and so approached with curiosity, wanting more to know rather than participate. But then the say was curiosity killed the cat, at least this time there was no end in store, simply an unfortunate surprise. Approaching a balloon he gently touched it, small paw barely able to push the blue plastic down, feeling the liquid within move. A gentle sound of surprise escaped him and he pressed a little harder.
A sudden sharp cry escaped him, touched with fear as the water came splashing out and suddenly he was bolting, a tiny blur of black and white weaving in and out of the balloons set about. He had not expected the sudden rush of water, all too clear in his want to escape though during it he stumbled into more balloons, soft whimpers escaping him as they exploded beneath his paws, left soaking as he diving into a patch of long grass.