Me again! I won't forget about my fics, I just won't be updating as often as initially. Though I will update! I should really work on another chapter for Tales On The Beach. But I am still wrestling with that one. It tends to be longer in chapter size anyhow. Focus! This is a little introduction to the main scene of the story. I have not endeavoured to have OCs though the need for humans and back ground characters will arise. Though I will try to focus on Sonic, Please let me know if you like them or not. They are starting to grow on me.

Thank you very much for the reviews! I'm having a few issues with seeing and reply to reviews on sometimes so please forgive me but I normally get them at least through PM and thank you for your support! I am dropping the POV I make it too messy. ShinyShiny9 gave me some great tips! ( I'm so pleased to drop it!). I will include more thoughts. Oh yeah italics are thoughts. Forgot about that. I need to stop typing...

Disclaimer: See initial chapter.

He could hear barking. It was coming closer. Little pointed ears couldn't decide whether they wanted to be up and alert or down and pinned back. Quills tensed and raised in defence, ready for the imminent attack. Eyes open, though he wasn't so sure he really wanted to watch...

… voices. Human voices. Barking. On the other side of the fence! "Few! Ain't that a relief! Hang on - it's getting cl... cl-closer! This is their garden! Their going to come through the gate any second! Stop panicking and hide you moron!" Hide. Instinct took partial control, filtering his thoughts an quickly whittling down his options. Not near the house... though the tree to the right will suffice. A little slippery with the veil of rain, but the bark was strong and making for great hand holds. "Hissss. It's rough" Skin of his paws and knees being scratched away, if he had the time he probably would have quirked (to himself) about how much he resembled criss-cross chips doused in ketchup. Can't deny that friction makes it that much easier to hold on. The fourth branch was reasonably high. Leaves layered to form such a canopy that a 'squatter' would be a smidgen dryer whilst camouflaged amongst the foliage. "I can see great from up here."

There were a couple of clumps of hair bobbing up and down. "Heading for the gate I wager. Yup. In comes 'poochy', he's not so bad. Kinda small for a ferocious beast, though got more fur than I do!" He was right. It's fur was considerably longer and thicker than his own. Not to mention more luxurious. But that wasn't his fault. That dog clearly had a regular baths, brushes and meals. Maybe too many meals. Sonic wasn't vain. Well, okay maybe a little. But he would take a full, chubby little tummy over a rib revealing concave gut. Never the less 'poochy' was cute and fuzzy looking. As though the humans can along and chopped the white tip of Tails tails clean off and used them to coat a naked dog. Sonic forced himself to stop. He could well imagine them doing something so stomach churning. Of course the over active brain imagery didn't help. Back to the matter at hand.

"Bet it's gotta set of pipes on it though, enough to bring it's humans running that's for sure! Speaking of humans-"

-it look like a complete set. A mother, father, child and a baby. Father was tall, well built. Curly locks of dark brown fur on his head. A fuzzy line above his top lip that twitched a little when he laughed (at the dog bouncing round his feet like a loon). The hand he placed on his wife's shoulder was huge. Defiantly huge in comparison to the scraggly little mammal.

She was much smaller and round some. But her smile was warm. Baby rested his nearly bald head on her shoulder as she squeezed him (not cutting off his air supply like a certain pink hedgehog) with such love and – "heck, I wanna join 'im!"

Were Sonic to join that picture, it would be as that twig of meat trapped between a chubby furless paw and a slobbery toothless mouth. Shivers shook his spine at the thought. While it seemed plausible, surely these trails of thought weren't doing much for his health. "Great. Chew toy. That just about sums up my life's aspirations."

That little girl, blond, her fur tumbled down her back. Curly, just like her daddy. Hair becoming airborne as she couldn't stay still, skipping and hopping all over the place. Either singing or smiling, not a frown in sight. "Oh wait. She speaks!" Talking. More talking. Hands flying here there and everywhere. The four-legged mop head wasn't shuntered into the mini house. Rather into the brick house. With the humans. They could take their coats off. It was warm in there. Dry to. Oh. A subconscious frown seeped onto his blue head. A warm but cold yet stinging feeling snaked up from his belly. It left a residue inside of him. He squirmed somewhat. He didn't like that feeling. "Huh! Gets to stay in the nice warm house. Can't say I'm not jealous."

"Well, looks like I can get out of my tree now. One down three to go. Two down thre -was that a snap?"

"Yelp!". His rear was buried in a mountain of yellows, oranges and reds. Blinking once then twice Sonic began the irksome process of tree shedding removal from his leaf piercing quills. Huffing he stood to admire the wreckage in his wake. "Hmf, not bad." The rain hadn't let up any, it was getting dark, the hedgehog decided that now would be a good time for a warm cosy place to snuggle up. The kennel didn't even cross his mind. It didn't have his name on it anyway. It was 'Broono'. Broono with a capital blue B, and a rainbow for the other letters. ' I can guess whose handy work this is. I need to clear up these leaves, it's a little too obvious something bigger than a flightless bird fell outta that tree.'

Knees sunk into the soggy earth, Sonic commenced the gruelling task of raking the leaves into some sort of mound with his grubby little paws. 'There! Now for somewhere to sleep.' He eyed the new formation. ' I gotta admit, my tail was pretty cosy in there. I'd need a few more to cover me though. Then again the earth is dryish but soft underneath these leaves, I cud dig down a little ways...'

He did just that. After playing Repossession Man and confiscating some leaves in behalf of the Bank of Sonic, he dug a little dip in the soil, probably destroying the turf, and gathered the leaves until it formed an insulating layer. Once in he wiggled some, the earth moulding beneath him. The cherry on the cake was the gap covering. It wasn't that uncomfortable, other than the odd pine cone digging in less than favourable places. In fact it was so cosy and warm he could feel the heat of his own breath bouncing back to blow-dry his face. So cosy that before long he found himself dryish and warm and – ever so tired.

Why couldn't he open his mouth? Surprise caused him to pull back. His muzzle wasn't following. Panicked, he started moving his limbs in reverse, unwittingly burrowing further and further into the soil. It took him a few minutes until he heard whimpering. Listening, it turns out it was HIS whimpering. How pathetic.

She didn't know what to think. Animals loved her! And if Broono's puppy (she's 6 years old, what did you expect?) wasn't wanting to come out and play, well... maybe he was just shy? She sat back, snout still in hand, a look of intense thought nestled on her face. Broonoo had found it. Sniffed around the giant pile of leaves, called her over and then lost interest. Hers had just begun to peak. Head turning a full 90 degrees, one pigtail hanging haphazardly over her face, she had an idea. She'd have to coax him out.

Her grip lessened, though she was careful not to let go (or give the pup enough room to escape) and swirled her hand to under it's chin. Thumb still up the sides and preventing the jaw opening up. 'Frightened animals sometimes bite because they don't know any better, Papa says that.' She began to slowly and gently move her palm up and down it's chin a thumb stroking the sides of the muzzle.

The whimpering stopped. Thank goodness. She didn't like crying so didn't think animals would either. He probably just needed a big hug. She could fix that! He just needed to come out of his nest...

Three was the occasional noise of complaint but nothing like the whining before. Her little bald fingers crawled down his chin to his neck fingers waving like a fan over the fur there. Where was that collar? Broono had one. It wasn't until she felt the enormous gulp force it's way down pups throat that she considered the fact he might be scared. 'Maybe a full tummy will help?'

I had more to add but I wager that this is long enough. More little girl irritating Sonic to come! And again more Sonic becoming food references. Mwah ha ha ha! Please drop me a review if you can. Hope you enjoyed! Till next time.

Bletherskite