BURN
BRIGHT
BRIGHT
Ears pinning back, Ninazu slid her gaze to Caesar. The burning pumpkin bounced between her front paws, and the lioness tilted her head. “I suppose I should apologize.” The smirk on her muzzle hadn’t diminished in the slightest. Even as she stared down the obnoxious yellow cretin.
She pinned the pumpkin down with a paw, flipped it upside down, and clawed an opening on the bottom. She clawed out its insides in squishing pawfuls. The mushy goop had proved resistant to burning, and all the spilled pumpkin juice smothered the flames. Even so, the char on the warty pumpkin smelled awful and proved the heat of the lioness’s flames.
After she scooped out a chunk of the pumpkin’s innards—not all of it, not by a long shot, but the first few scoopfuls always yielded the most, anyway—she picked it up in a clawed paw. The flames flared on her neck, and her golden eyes pinned. Then she lunged for Caesar and attempted to shove the pumpkin over Caesar’s head.
She pinned the pumpkin down with a paw, flipped it upside down, and clawed an opening on the bottom. She clawed out its insides in squishing pawfuls. The mushy goop had proved resistant to burning, and all the spilled pumpkin juice smothered the flames. Even so, the char on the warty pumpkin smelled awful and proved the heat of the lioness’s flames.
After she scooped out a chunk of the pumpkin’s innards—not all of it, not by a long shot, but the first few scoopfuls always yielded the most, anyway—she picked it up in a clawed paw. The flames flared on her neck, and her golden eyes pinned. Then she lunged for Caesar and attempted to shove the pumpkin over Caesar’s head.
© MADI