The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

3rd Person

When Mary Laurent looked out her cottage window to see her husband, Thomas, trudging across the terraced hills of their remote farm with four young pups toddling after him, she had to do a double take. At first she thought she was imagining things- they’d had all manner of strange creatures show up on their lands over the thirty years of their marriage, but this was something entirely new.

The children were covered in mud from head to toe, and following her mate at quite a distance.

They seemed to be taking the journey in sprints, crossing the open expanses of green pasture land at a trot, before stopping to hide behind various objects, from trees and farm equipment, to the couple’s prized llamas. She might have thought they were trying to sneak up on Thomas, only it was clear he knew they were behind him. He was pretending like he was completely oblivious to them, though she could see his face crinkled in concentration as he drew near- as if listening carefully to ensure they were still following.

They must have come from the jungle – after all, it surrounded their land on all sides. Still, she had no idea how they’d gotten there, let alone escaped the deadly forest. When her husband finally reached the door to their modest home, she met him with her hands braced on her plump h!ps. “What on earth, Thomas?” She asked in exasperation. “Trust you to go check on the herd and return with a whole litter of pups.”

“Gently now, my love.” He cautioned. “They’re more than a bit skittish – I don’t think they’ve had an easy time of it.”

“Gently.” She snorted, “1’ve raised more than my share of pups, Thomas Laurent, and I’ll tell you right now that a scared babe needs a firm hand in care, not wishy-washy cajoling.”

She marched out of the house and right up to the muddy children, who were unsuccessfully attempting to conceal themselves among the baby llamas in the nursery pens. They’d zeroed in on a small brown calf and clearly imagined they could camouflage themselves against its dark fur.Well, what have we here?” Mary asked pointedly.

“Liamas.”A small voice whispered back

The proclamation was followed by the sound of a dull thud and a whispered, “Llamas don’t talk!”

How do you know?” The first voice hissed back. You’re not a llama ‘xpert.”

Cuz they would’ve said something by now.” A third voice reasoned.

Hmm, so I have pups hiding among my crias do I?” Mary observed.

We’re not pups!A fourth voice put forth meekly. I mean here, we’re not here!”

Mary shook her head, smothering a smile.

Alright now, no more hiding, you little ones need to come inside and get cleaned up so I can get a proper look at you.”

For the first time a tiny head covered in dark hair popped up into view, peeking over the back of the young llama and revealing a pair of bright green eyes narrowed distrustfully. “He promised we wouldn’t have to take baths.”

arms over her ch3st and arched her brow.

clean kitchen. You’ll have baths and

exchanged uncertain glances, clearly trying to decide what to do. “Hop to

sooner you’re clean the sooner you

tones of an obvious mother, got the pups moving like nothing before. They obediently followed Mary into the cottage, pausing at the door to

trying to fight the urge to cry or ask for cuddles when she fussed and lamented

began

so yummy,”

it’s been ages since we had food.”

“can you tell me what happened to you? Did you get separated from

sniffling but not

who’s sharp wit had singled out Paisley as both the most guarded of the children

We can’t tell you

Why not?” Mary pressed.

frowned. “And

very wise.” Mary praised, exchanging a worried glance

had learned not to trust the hard

life in her mischievous eyes.If you really wanna help, you’ll find

aren’t you the feisty one.” She observed, turning back to Riley, “does that mean you’re

Riley informed her vaguely, yawning and stretching now that her belly was full. The other pups were becoming

what?” Thomas pressed, but it was too late. The pups were already fast asleep, their bowls abandoned as they snuggled themselves into a puppy pile and passed out in pure exhaustion. For the first time in many, many days, they rested without fear

dozen times about what to do with the stray pups who landed on their doorstep. If they’d thought the children were orphans they would have kept them in a heartbeat, for the couple loved children and their own pups had been out of

them into town

probably where

back there.” Mary

reunite them as soon as possible. It might be different if we were going to

about them it will call attention

maybe we just go to market and

won’t be faster, but I expect it will