Fylv took a long stick and poked the bush a few times. "Hey" he yelled "come out unless you want that bush to blow up in you face." Only a few muffled squeaks emerged from the plant. Fylv turned to Score. "WELL?" he asked.
<font color="brown"> WELL what? </font> Score said grouchily but there was still a hint of amusement in his voice. He burned the bush quickly and a small creature darted out racing away with a long dark burning tail. The creature was squeaking loudly in pain. <font color="brown"> HAHA stupid animals. </font>
"Crap" said Fylv "We wasted all that time on that thing. Shit." He turned to Nekalla. "What to do, what to do...?" he wondered. "Any ideas?"
Score nodded at Fylv's outcry before walking over to the grass and sitting down near where Nekalla was trying to think up something to do. He suddenly rolled over and then jumped up dancing around for no particular reason enjoying himself quite thoroghly.
