the body goes splash
Story by charles_they on SoFurry
short
The lion was a body.
The body was slumped in a wheelbarrow.
The wheelbarrow was starting to drag.
The dragging was hard on his paws.
His paws were covered in blood.
The blood was from somebody else.
A somebody who wasn't a hare.
A hare who was lost in the woods.
The woods that surrounded the Falls.
The Falls sustaining the town.
The town had one lion less.
The less they knew, the better.
Better the lion than him.
Hymns would be sung at the wake.
The wake, once they gave up the search.
The search would begin in the morning.
The mourning was hours away.
The way from the bar had been hard.
Hard on his paws.
Pause...
Breath.
Breathing was shallow.
Shallow, but not like the lion's.
The lion was a body.
Bodies belonged in the ground.
The ground was muddy and cold.
The cold was keeping him sharper.
Sharper than he'd been in the bar.
The bar where it had gone down.
Down...
Down...
Down to the base of the hill.
The hill that bordered the river.
The river that ran to the Falls.
The Falls and the old city dam.
The dam and the rapids that followed.
Following his plan was essential.
Essentially safe if done right.
The right thing to do was this.
This wasn't his fault.
This wasn't his fault.
This wasn't his fault.
The faults were in the wheels.
The wheels were choking with mud.
The mud was thick in his fur.
The fur that once had been white.
The whites of his eyes had been seen.
Had he been seen?
The scene was still fresh in his head.
Heading down the hill, now.
Now was the time.
Time to dispose of the lion.
The lion was a body.
A body slumped in a wheelbarrow.
A wheelbarrow lifted by paws.
Pause...
Breath.
A breath came from the body.
The body was loud when it
splash.