Talk:The Pine Copse/@comment-18042103-20131203075303

Leaves Fallen in Autumn looked around the Pine Corpse. Her acute sense of hearing picked up some knawing coming from behind a tree root. She could smell mouse. She ran over, leaves spraying up in her wake. The mouse sped off before she could catch it. She sat down. Lame, she thought, I'm so bad at this.