ARCHIE ON A HUNT

Sun shone brightly in the sky. Pristine was the weather, without so much as a cloud. Warmly the sunrays caressed the face of a little girl. She was strolling through the meadow observing all the beauty surrounding her. 

It was the beginning of April. The meadow was adorned in all its majesty, a wide variety of colors giving it the look of royalty. Daffodils, primroses, and sweet violets among many other flowers were the missing pieces giving the meadow a finalizing image of the rainbow. 

Besides a soft breeze gently caressing the flowers and grass, all was undisturbed. That is until a big mass of body broke violently through the grass of the meadow. “Archie” the little girl called, “slow down boy” she continued. 

Archie was the name of the Australian shepherd running through the fields with his nose stuck to the ground. On a hunt, he seemed to be. What he was chasing the little girl could not see. She assumed it to be a wild rabbit. He caught one just a week before. Her assumption was confirmed a minute later when a grey-colored rabbit zoomed past her. She could barely catch a glimpse of it, and of Archie when he steamrolled past her hot on the rabbit's tail. 

All Archie could feel was the rush of the hunt. The exhilaration was being pumped through his lean yet medium-sized body. This was life; all Archie could ever need. The rush of the hunt and his beautiful human to snuggle to at home. All the toys waiting for him were a good bonus too. 

And the sheep he looked after. They were his life. And a good life it was. Always he was well-fed and loved. Cherished. As were the sheep.

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Until next time!