Foundling
His step mimicked the squirrel’s, His motion unhinged and stuttered.
The distance between them became shorter and shorter, and just as the squirrel leapt to breach the tree line, he caught it with outstretched hand, clasped it tight, laughing in triumph. It squirmed and twisted, trying to escape, and, just as he was about to let it go, it bit him, locked on the fleshy part of his palm.
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