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.”

and arched her brow. “Did he now?”

pups in my clean kitchen. You’ll have baths and I don’t want to

trying to decide what to

sooner you’re clean the sooner

cottage, pausing at the

cry or ask for cuddles when she fussed and lamented about all their bug bites, scratches and bruises. She treated their

now.” She scolded as they began to scarf down the food. “You’ll make

so yummy,” Parker

been ages since we

sympathetically, “can you tell me what happened to you? Did

nodded, sniffling

the most guarded of the children and the most vulnerable, zeroed in

head. We

Why not?” Mary pressed.

Paisley frowned. “And we don’

very wise.” Mary praised, exchanging a worried glance with her

of “stranger danger” was entirely theoretical, but she had a bad feeling these pups had learned not to trust the hard way. ‘Still Thomas and I want to help you. How can we do that if we don’t

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

with a cough as Mary cut her eyes to him, Well aren’t you the feisty one.” She observed, turning back to Riley, “does that mean

other pups were becoming drowsy too,

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 of being attacked or eaten – with full bellies

the couple loved children and their own pups had been out of the house for a few years now. Yet despite how skittish the little ones

take them into town

probably

in town, I’m not sure we want to take them back there.” Mary fretted. “I think they just need some

think of their parents. Thomas admonished, they ll be out of their minds with fear and grief, we have to try to reunite them as soon as possible. It might be different if

asking around about them it will call attention to

careful about it.” Thomas nodded. Maybe we don’t take them with us, maybe we just go to market and see if there are any rumors

be faster, but I expect it