I had been laying there for hours, basking in the dozy, afternoon sun. The day was turning cold, but I knew I couldn’t go back to my [[burrow]], not anymore. “Get out” she had screamed at me with such malice that, for once, I obeyed. I had gone [[too]] far this time. I never really fit in there, I didn’t hop for a start, I used four legs, hopping wasn’t civilised to me. But they all hop, they think I’m simple, that something went [[wrong]] with me. I never really cared what they thought. I’m okay being on four legs, I’m okay having a long tail. I’m okay having this craving, this [[need]] for fresh meat. It took me a long time to accept it. But I did. I often contemplated, back when the guilt would keep me up at night, what [[made]] me this way. Perhaps it was growing up in a burrow like mine, oppressive and abrasive. That chapter is closed now, I [[never]] have to go back. Something shocks me back to reality. A shine, a light, a [[flicker]]. I had been so caught up, obsessing over a childhood I couldn’t change, that I hadn’t seen this thing, this glowing, white [[orb]] arrive. It suddenly begins moving westward. What do I have to lose by [[following]]? The orb stayed just within eyeshot, moving slowly, [[gracefully]] somehow. I followed for a long time, days, months, I lost track. My fur grew heavy with mud and dust. But I followed [[still]]. Over grassy hills and rocky mountains, through burning deserts and icy arctic caves. I didn’t eat, nor drink, but the desire for the orb drove me forward. The orb seemed to look after my needs, it kept me [[safe]].Then it stopped. So [[suddenly]].It stopped by a misty, green lake. I recognised this lake. My mind searched back to a time and place beyond my childhood [[memories]].Then they appeared, three grey ferrets, shyly poking their noses out of their burrow. "You're home" They siad "We knew you would be".