Edwin Finds a Girl [mark]

Seas of bowing blades of grass released their chromatic grasps on the world of color, slipping slowly into sepia hue. The pads of his feet laid them prostrate, carpeting his fearless foray through the flowing fall fields.

Edwin loved the feeling of the brisk autumn wind tousling his long fur like an enamored lover. The cold sky turned warm tones of purple and orange. Edwin closed his eyes as his trot became a gallop; the field was the only place a beast could run and dream of daring dives in the deep air. Feeling caught up in the wind as a fowl, Edwin leaped towards the sky, higher and farther with every bound. Gently gravity grew wise to his lawlessness and reached its spectral fingers out, grasping around his body and returning him to the soil. Oh what a feeling to be faintly free of these forces and flying. Running seemingly too fast for thermodynamic laws and their gravitational officers. But Edwin knew nothing of Newton or any such notion that he was under any such sort of restriction.

An odd wisp of air and strange scent tore all lack of notion from his wandering mind, promptly opening his eyes and returning him to his physical senses--arguably the least enchanting of all senses--there he froze. Without a sound his auburn and umber hair became like shoots of grass resting in an earthly and eventide embrace. Without hesitation, as his eyes focused on this new sight, his heart leaped before his mind leaving behind all the fading thoughts of dreams and freedom. Finding himself face to face and newly free, Edwin stood. He could not hide from what he had found. Eyes like his but not. Auburn and umber fur like his but not. Edwin fell; Edwin flew... and love. Within a tumultuous torrent of time and trembling Edwin slid along the firmament grasping at trains of thought chugging along the tracks of what to say and how to say it. Unfortunately the only things he could wrap his now moist paws around were the grain cars of blubbering and the caboose of foolishness.

Edwin blinked slowly and opened his mouth. No gallant sentences of love and admiration spilled out. No flowery words broke through the soggy dirt of his mind. Not even a syllable pushed its way past his teeth. The only thing that passed the quivering gate of his lips was the end of his tongue and some saliva out the corner of his mouth as his eyes glazed over and rolled back into his head. Edwin passed out.

Nothing pleases a girl more than knowing she has completely short circuited the simple mechanics in a boy's brain so she took his collapsing and trembling as a compliment. Much to Edwin's good fortune she granted him the good graces to gain a second chance to persuade intelligent thought from his gelatinous and quivering mind. And love, love came right on time. Little did he know that love resides in the latter half of the trains of thought in the grain car of blubbering and the caboose of foolishness.