Ice House Groundhog II
Sizable was the groundhog’s girth, an homage to the succulent excesses of past royalty. The steel posts stood as unforgiving sentinels over this corner of his kingdom, the sodden earth relenting no further where this narrow defile had been birthed. No matter though, the whispers called, and the king’s need became fervent. The dusky rime lubricated the adventurous creature just enough, that his sizable ass snaked into the wilds with a hairy splort.
Freedom. The blandishments of his office washed away on the crisp breeze, leaving only the potency of his heritage, his wisdom, and his powerful spirit. Urine splashed hotly between his paws, and he shook with shivering delight as he paraded forward.
Another kingdom nestled only a pair of garbage can lengths away, a rigid wooden wall towering skyward with deflective promise. A snort of derision was all that he mustered for the neighboring lands. His intrigue was at hand. The chain link barrier of his kingdom marched away in parallel to the neighboring kingdom’s wooden wall. The overgrown corridor between was what hearkened to him, what tickled the tastiest bits of mind and loin. But he was not so easily ployed. He was king, from a line of kings!
The whispers strengthened and clarified with taunting nuance. The groundhog’s eyes narrowed as he listened. Originally he had believed the tones to come from the humming pole which divided the corridor, one of the towering menaces which served the airborne and the pinkies much more than he. Shuffling his frame to within paw’s reach of the dark cylinder, he paused in sensory sweep.
No, the whispering came from beyond.