Daily Freewriting - Day 5

Todays Date: 12.10.09
Start Time: 7:06 (Putting the time it takes me to type this up since I had already written it out.)
End Time: 7:11
Maturity: ...None?
Fantasy: Talking trees.

The tree grunted and shifted around a little bit in his place. The mulch was too dry for his liking, he liked it when there was a lot of rain that soaked the ground. He especially did not enjoy snow.

"Quit your noises!" Frahr said. He was about four paces down the creek, but he was very obnoxious. He didn't like noise.

"The mulch is uncomfortable." Drangir explained. He shifted again.

"Then go find a different spot to sleep for the night, you're noises are maddening!" He settled further into the mulch where he was, falling into a deep sleep and snoring.

Drangir grunted, standing up and stepping across the creek and past Frahr to where his friend, Jarshma was staying.

"Hello, Drangir." The female tree said without opening her eyes. He tickled Drangir's nose with a white flower.

"Hello." He replied, digging a small hole to reside in for the night.

"Don't make it too deep." The wise tree warned. "You will have trouble covering it up in the morning. It's going to rain tonight. The mulch will turn mostly to mud, and you will have a very deep hole to conceal before humans come wandering in."

Drangir sighed, a gust of wind that bent the grass backwards, swaying. He dug a smaller hole and then settled his roots in it, happy that the ground would be wet when he awoke.