Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Hunting for hare

At top speed, you raced down the meadow, leaped over barbed wire and jumped over two ditches. My whistling didn't make you come back. Rebba was beside me and I put on her leash as soon as possible, to prevent her from following you. Darn you, little Inthe! You were not supposed to run off and chase that hare! It was too tempting not to do it, so you ran like you had never run before. I could barely follow you and I lost sight of you rapidly. Clouds of dust and dirt told me where you were. I was afraid to call you back. What if you would race back towards me and wouldn't notice the barbed wire? I feared the barbed wire would tear open your chest. What was I supposed to do? The hare ran for its life and you kept going. I called your name, I whistled several times, but you paid no attention to me whatsoever. My heart was pounding in my chest. I really thought you wouldn't come back before you could show me the prey you were chasing.

I turned on my heels and left the meadow in the other direction. That's when you spotted me. You were distracted and you let the hare go out of your sight, racing back towards me. I yelled at you, to make you slow down, so you would not get hurt once you approached the barbed wire. You jumped over the ditch and the wire and jumped all over me. I put on your leash right away and that's when I calmed down. Inthe, you scared the heck out of me! I hope the hare didn't get a heart attack.. because I nearly did.

2 comments:

Véronique said...

aaarghhh, wat een griezelmoment, ik voel het kippenvel over mijn lijf lopen. Wel heel flink dat ze terugkwam ! De troela !

Bittersweet said...

ja, wees gerust dat het creepy was. 't Is echt een zotte spoele en ze weet met haar energie genen blijf.. Gelukkig is 't goed afgelopen...