The meetup
Chapter 1: Under Bridges By Streams (Continued)
Guz called the stream, which babbled and rushed close to his home, Yord. In rare moments of stillness, he would spend seconds meditating on the sound of the water and the little splashes jumping in its current.
Mostly though he lived for taunting and pestering any being he came across. He used whatever tool available to disrupt and confuse the unaware in his neighborhood.
The stones on the shore, twigs, string, the occasional piece of plastic, these were a few teasing favorites. To see an insect or animal startled by his sudden, unexpected taunt gave Guz a satisfying thrill.
Grasshoppers, one of his top choices to annoy, would hardly suspect a rapid-fire pebble attack. Chewing away on a piece of grass, she would not notice the tiny, whirling vortex moving up behind her. (His spinning was so fast he moved without sound)
All Grasshopper would know is a dozen bitsy flashes of stone pelted her.
The startled and confused little hoppers always made a dash and quickly bound off leaving Guz chuckling while gasping for air in hysterics at the turmoil he just caused.
Never thinking his playful intrusions wrong or unjust, he just had fun. Natural…
