Jackal* would sneak down mariposa hill to the two-footers’ backyards to retrieve the Sunday comics from the recycle bin. He liked nonsequitur and mary ?.
He became enamored of a Lucy. Under an elm arch, using two-footer discards, he erected a booth and painted pseudo is in/out. consult 5 yummies. I didn’t want to know what Jackal’s idea of a yummie was!
He made sure his new profession was the talk of the forest. Of course, no one had any idea what a two-footer, now four-footer, pseudo was.
Jackal has a certain flair. He held the crowd with his hyperbole. Once he’d explained what a pseudo was, the crowd cried in unison, “Me first.”
I just shook my head. I went down to the gravel of Swirl Creek to clean my stripe.
Sure enough, when I wandered back, two footer mania had taken hold. Rabbit was a sex addict. Deer was schizoid. Squirrel dealt with bipolar 2, mixed. Mole suffered from social anxiety. Wolf had anger management issues. And me? I was defensive. What else is a skunk to do!
* I’ve taken the liberty of relocating a jackal from the plains of Africa to an Eastern North American forest.
Written for Mindlovemisery’s Wordle Prompt #42
No special pattern to wordle word usage. Just as they fell, like leaves, into the story. (borrowed from another post/comment)