[This piece has recently been revised to reflect my current style. If you'd like more information on that, please consult my profile. Other than these revisions, the general tone and feel of the text that follows is still a time capsule from the glorious early 2010s. Thanks for understanding.]
This is a drabble according to some longstanding traditionalist's arbitrary definition of a drabble, which is to say that it is not an actual drabble. I just lied to you. It would probably be more accurate to call it a one-shot.
Word Count: 253 words.
In The Woods
"A ball?"
"Mmhmm, I-I'm sorry! I was super careful! I-I wrote my name on it and everything like you said! You gotta help me look! Please!"
Two lizards, both sagging horrifically. One's small, dumb, and utterly childish. The other is stoic, scraggly, and just as juvenile.
Lost in a woodland enveloped in darkness, they search high and low for something round and pink.
"Oof!"
Scraggy trips on an exposed root, falling flat on his face. Scrafty turns to him in an instant, but settles down upon seeing the root.
"Watch where you're going," he chides.
Scraggy moves to pull himself up, but stops upon catching a glimmer in his eye.
"Oh! Is that..!? There! Over there! I think that's it!"
"Wha-!? Wait up!"
Scraggy takes off with Scrafty on his heels, scrambling headfirst into a moonlit clearing.
"Aha! My ball! See? I knew I saw it! I mean, I don't remember leaving it here, but still!"
"That looks a bit too small to be yours. You sure that's your toy?"
Scraggy scratches his head curiously, giving the sphere a less rosy appraisal. "Uh... Yup, it sure is! It's round and pink, just like mine!"
"I don't know, something just seems off..."
No level of skepticism can shatter Scraggy's resolve. He plants a hand on the sparkling sphere with glee, just in time to be taken aback by the bouncing pig that also stakes a claim on it.
Realizing the other's presence, the two look up and stare at each other in disbelief.
"Huh?"