Velocity

The chestnut dove trotted around in the prairie looking for something to do. Arching her slender neck she picked up her pillas and began to show off just a bit trying to attract the stags. Tossing her cranium in the air she let out a neigh for those beasts who could handle a girl like herself. Stopping a nice green patch of grass she lowered her dial to the shoots and began to much on them. Swishing her banner to keep the flies away she occasionally looked up to see if any stags were coming but mostly just waited.