Post by Riley Jackson on Apr 11, 2021 19:57:37 GMT
When Riley talked about going for a relaxing "walk," that really meant "running at about 70-80 MPH as opposed to just under the speed of sound."
And really, for her, that was relaxing. Normally, she was running at such speed, which she loved, but she didn't have a chance to slow down and smell the roses and everything. Running at that speed was a good time to close her eyes, take deep breaths, and just enjoy the warm summer day that surrounded her, and almost completely biff it when she tripped over something.
She skidded to a stop, scanning the area in a panic. She knew what happened when she hit something at speed. It wasn't pretty. She had some measure of protection when she ran, but anything around her that she happened to hit...
"Oh no, oh no no no no no..."
She found it. A poor little red squirrel, bent in an unnatural position. She wasn't super well versed in animals but she was pretty sure that their legs weren't supposed to bend like that.
What made her even more wracked with guilt was the fact that it was still breathing.
She should have been paying more attention. She should have been watching where she was going. If she had this never would have happened. She had to help it. If there was a chance, she had to do it. She remembered seeing a vet clinic nearby. She had to get it there.
She scooped it up, and a moment later burst into the clinic in a rush of wind.
"PLEASE PLEASE YOU HAVE TO HELP IT I HIT IT AND I DIDN'T MEAN TO I WASN'T WATCHING WHERE I WAS GOING BUT IT'S ALIVE PLEASE YOU HAVE TO SAVE IT!" she pleaded, thrusting the injured rodent at the nearest person that looked like they could help.
@sophiamoretti
And really, for her, that was relaxing. Normally, she was running at such speed, which she loved, but she didn't have a chance to slow down and smell the roses and everything. Running at that speed was a good time to close her eyes, take deep breaths, and just enjoy the warm summer day that surrounded her, and almost completely biff it when she tripped over something.
She skidded to a stop, scanning the area in a panic. She knew what happened when she hit something at speed. It wasn't pretty. She had some measure of protection when she ran, but anything around her that she happened to hit...
"Oh no, oh no no no no no..."
She found it. A poor little red squirrel, bent in an unnatural position. She wasn't super well versed in animals but she was pretty sure that their legs weren't supposed to bend like that.
What made her even more wracked with guilt was the fact that it was still breathing.
She should have been paying more attention. She should have been watching where she was going. If she had this never would have happened. She had to help it. If there was a chance, she had to do it. She remembered seeing a vet clinic nearby. She had to get it there.
She scooped it up, and a moment later burst into the clinic in a rush of wind.
"PLEASE PLEASE YOU HAVE TO HELP IT I HIT IT AND I DIDN'T MEAN TO I WASN'T WATCHING WHERE I WAS GOING BUT IT'S ALIVE PLEASE YOU HAVE TO SAVE IT!" she pleaded, thrusting the injured rodent at the nearest person that looked like they could help.
@sophiamoretti
