The second entry from Madison Wood‘s prompt is a stand-alone piece, but related to the universe and characters I usually use. Because I still don’t know where I want these little bits of story to go. And I don’t like boxing myself in.
Raccoon was sitting behind the woodshed, avoiding his Saturday chores. A downpour the night before, and a light drizzle this morning soaked the tall grass and peppered the worn earth around the logs. He scraped the dirt with a stick, creating brooks, streams, rivers and tributaries leading to an ocean of a puddle.
The damp weather made his nose run. He wiped it with his sweater sleeve and surveyed his water system. He’d ask Owl to fold paper sailboats this afternoon.
His mother hollered to get inside, he’d catch a cold in this weather and his room wouldn’t clean itself.