Grace Rispin

As the distance between her and the Big Creature grows, she begins to breathe again. Picturing the little flower she had plucked, she smiles to herself. “Good job, Luna,” she squeaks quietly. But suddenly: oh no, flowers!? She was supposed to make Sir Spider’s bouquet! Oh, and that favor she promise...

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Luna wakes up and smells food. Her small nose twitches and she notices that the light has begun to dim in her makeshift den, although the heat of the day still hangs in the air. She feels her stomach rumble and realizes that it has been a while since she last ate. The inhabitants of the building bey...