A Planted Bug | Chapter 6

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Chapter 6: {Cricket} Scroll down to read. I may remake these later so they're like Chapter 2, but I don't have the time right now. This chapter is really short because I didn't have much time. First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/496765211/ Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/498994334/ Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/540702995/ Cricket misses Basil. Logically, he knows she hasn’t actually been gone all that long, but he can’t help but feel like he’s been waiting forever. He’s terribly bored on top of that. It’s not like a big burnt tree is all that interesting. He wishes he had someone to talk to while Basil was hunting. Or, better yet, he wishes he was old enough that he could hunt for them instead. Cricket sighs dramatically as he stares around the den for anything of interest. He spots a little twig poking out of the leaves that cover the den floor, and his ears perk up excitedly. He pulls it out carefully, but the fragile little stick snaps in his teeth. His face falls in disappointment, but then he realizes that there should be bigger sticks outside. He does live in a tree after all, even if it is dead. Cricket pokes his head outside to check for any danger. He sees none apparent, but he knows that might not mean anything. He pauses momentarily wondering if Basil would get mad, but then he spots a nice thick stick and all worries dissipate. He wags his tail joyfully and bounds over to the stick. He takes it and flings it in another direction. He chases after it gleefully and when he reaches the stick, he picks it up and prances around triumphantly with it, pretending it was prey. He lies on his belly and, holding the stick steady between his paws, gnaws on one end methodically. He eats some of the stick as he does so, but he doesn’t really mind. It doesn’t really taste too bad. It’s kinda nice actually. Suddenly, an unfamiliar scent wafts through the trees. Cricket snaps his head upwards and his fur prickles fearfully. He sprints back into the hollowed tree, and then presses himself against the back wall, doing his best to hide under the leaves as quickly and quietly as he can. He realizes too late that he had left his lovely stick, but that doesn’t really matter to him anymore. He doesn’t know why, but just the scent had been enough to send a horrible chill down the slender pup’s spine. Somehow Cricket felt that whatever, or whoever, that scent belonged to utterly despised him.