Sherbet stared at the glowing glass panel captivated by the colours, his fur aglow and glistening. The figures framed in the strange writing of the panel didn’t mean much to Sherbet, or anyone else for that matter.
The coconut mat below the panel
glistened for a few more seconds
as the sunlight slowly arced across
the sky. In almost no time at all the
mat was in shadow and the moment
was gone.
“Why do you stare at that window?” asked Cinnamon
Sherbet didn’t answer
“Let’s play a trick on Biscuit!” Sherbet teased as he jumped down from the sofa.
Cinnamon liked to play tricks, especially on the bears in the Charity Shop.
