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Little red was a nickname brought to Smokey by his constant wear of red in a specific clothing. Such as red pants, red shirt, or even a red cap. All of which he wears with no care of opinions or style. He does it just because he wants to and can with his might.
As of now, he reading cooking book at the table of the intermediate of luminous place that is his parents house. He wasn't planning much for the day. He already did all neccessary assignments that were assigned. Homework. Chores. Cleaning. All of which are done at his own pace,but still done.
His hand was beginning to flip the page to the other until heels, that were faint far away, clacked upon the floor. Heels that belong to his mother, Ms.Brown. Each one sounding and growing closer and closer to her son, sitting at the table, trying to learn how to make a chocolate cake just to belittle his feeling of boredom.. Her gait towards him was of one with a request to be given to her youngest of sons given to her life.
" Smokey"
" Yes mom."
" By your brothers being out and about, can you be a dear and transport this basket to the neighbor down the forest path. I owe her a lot for what she has done for me. As well as giving me some Clorox when I didn't had some." That last part was muttered but still was heard by her son. He place a sheet of paper on his stopped page, by him not having a bookmark.
" Who exactly are you talking about?"
" Oh it's Erina. You know her. Very nice but very strict. Lady with the umbrella. She called me today and said she was feeling a bit of a fever going on. So, as her friends, we will repay her along with you is Suzie Q taking care of her and waiting for you" Smokey understands now and nodded with anticipation on helping Erina and meeting Suzie Q on the way.
She hands the basket towards him with a smile. He grabs the thing then scoots the chair back to get through upon this expedition. Well until his mother stopped to called him once more when he was about to twist the door handle to leave.
" Oh honey, make sure to wear that red cloak as well. Ya know with the hoodie. You'll need it by how rainy it's going to be today."
" Is the cloak necessary?" He hated that cloak. Something always happened when he was in it. Majority of the time, it was horrid.
" I don't want my baby getting sick and do you have a problem with it?" Her mood quickly exchanged to a happy mom to a about to get irritated if you say one word mom.
Both of which made him take it off the hanger and went along outside with it. His mother smiled after hearing the sound of the door closing.
Smokey walk along the path, of the picturesque of a place,with the basket hold by both hands on the downward of his body, bouncing by him skip from time to time. He stops when two paths were in front of his way, interrupting his constant walking. He thinks in profound thought of the correct path, by his lack of time spent here. He shrugs his shoulders then decide to do it by luck. He enters upon the right path.
Which is the wrong path.
After 8 minutes, he still doesn't see the house as he normally would in this period. His gait was more sluggish. To put it in simplier terms he had gotten lost. Now here he is trying to find his way or see if he made his destination to the requested place only to find more, more, and more trees!
Some thoughts ran up his head. Mostly ones that were pessimistic fighting the realistic state of his mind of this situation.
'Did I take the wrong path'
Was the most abundant one that spirals his head infinitely. The more he walked with ease, with hints of worry by him shivering a bit, the more they spiraled and reproduce. A growl mashed up with a moan were heard somewhere to his right. That is when it stopped. Everything stationary in its stopped place. He head moving to the right to the eerie sound. His common sense and curiosity in a battle against two, to interpret what the next action of Smokey will be.
Curiousity was high above with the fight, mentally speaking. Imment that Smokey next actions were to see but if it's bad then he will run and don't look back was his only voice of reason in this situation.
He reaches for the bush. Then his hands interspersed the leaves and branches, having to reveal a man on a rock.
Not an ordinary said male, however. He was shirtless was one of them and then....... he had bits of fur on his seen back along with a tail. The tail wagged repetitively by the creature in a state of ecstasy. What he is happy about? Smokey doesn't know and don't care.
Scratch that he doesn't want to know at all.
Smokey widen his eyes by the sight before quietly leaving the person to whoever he was doing. "Man, I needs to learn to mind my buisness" was all of what Smokey thought while tip toeing out of the place. He was successful and close to the cause of his troubles. The path's entrance. By seeing it he lets out an sigh of relief before the inevitable ,that he not expected,happened.
He stepped on a twig. A twig, thats it sound echoed through the peculiar trail of the path. Smokey hiss, mentally with his mistake before leaving the place with the thought of the mysterious creature hearing it. Smokey ranned to the left side with both expeditiously and filled with an anxious feeling of the unknown he just saw.
" Why god did you choose me for this?" Was all he said to himself while running to the left path, hoping to both escape and finally gives this basket a rest. As well as taking this curse of a cloak off.