The Wishing Well

Chapter 14

Word Count: 100


She held out her dirty, chubby hand at him, and had the toothiest grin he had ever seen. He did not respond, turning to walk away. She gasped, running after him and grabbing onto his boa.

"Wait, please don't leave! You're the only person I know here… I don't know where I am…" He could smell her tears as she sobbed onto his pelt. Sighing, he stopped, moving his fur to where the girl was.

"I will not have you ruining my fur." He scolded, picking her up by the back of her shirt and placing her on the ground.