Goldfinch, despite her name, was
not a diminutive rabbit. She was adequately comfortable around her middle, the perfect sort of weight for raising kittens, her mother might say. Nominally a good thing, but it made squeezing between the thorn bushes mighty difficult. She wriggled as best she could, but needles pinched at her belly. She popped out on the other side with a hiss, missing more than one tuft of hair.
“I’m not going back that way until we have something to show for it,” she said, chuckling lightly at herself. She scrubbed at her face to brush away any dead nettles left clinging, then looked out over the murk.
“Oh dear.” She crept forward, sniffing the ground. The ground sucked at her feet and she grimaced, shaking her paw to flick some of the muck off. No luck! “Well, if the missing rabbits got to solid ground, they’ll leave us a nice trail of muddy splats to follow!”
But they’d have to find their way through this mire first.
“Six eyes and three noses should have finding clues in no time!” She grinned cheerfully at Spotted Luck. “We can do it!”
WC: 194
TWC: 597