This was my entry into the One Minute Writer today, I enjoyed the little exercise, so I thought I would share it here:
Fierce As The Wind crouched in the scented cover of the Fairydusters along the edge of the sandy Sonoran desert wash, body stilled, unmoving save for her bright eyes that slow tracked the intruder. He was a fine looking lad, several shades of brown, with a vertical black stripe rising up from under his forearm and crossing his back, whose ears twitched with the stately dignity that bespoke good breeding. However, he was a stranger and as a stranger, dangerously close to the edge of her territory. Worse yet, he was cautiously approaching her mesquite beans and that, well, that was unacceptable among rock squirrels.
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