Читать книгу Capybara Stole Independence Day - - Страница 6

The sun was beginning its slow descent behind the towering skyscrapers, casting long shadows across the city square. Shelby, the capybara, sauntered through the bustling square, her nose twitching with curiosity as she explored the sights and sounds of the evening.

As she wandered near the edge of the square, her attention was suddenly drawn to a fluttering of fabric nearby. With a curious tilt of her head, Shelby ambled closer, her round eyes widening in fascination at the colorful object before her.

There, standing proudly atop a tall pole, was the United States flag, its stripes billowing gently in the evening breeze. The stars glimmered brightly against the deep blue background, and Shelby couldn’t help but feel a pang of hunger stir in her belly at the sight.

Unaware of the flag’s significance, Shelby’s thoughts immediately turned to food. With a casual flick of her tail, she approached the flag, her mouth watering at the thought of the delicious cabbage she was sure lay within its folds.

Without hesitation, Shelby reached out with her dexterous paws and plucked a mouthful of fabric from the flag, her sharp teeth sinking into the soft material with a satisfying crunch. With each bite, she savored the taste of what she believed to be the most delectable cabbage she had ever encountered.

Meanwhile, nearby, a group of startled onlookers gasped in horror as they watched Shelby munching away at the flag. Their cries of alarm caught the attention of the city’s residents, who quickly gathered around to witness the unexpected scene unfolding before them.

But Shelby paid no heed to the commotion around her. Lost in the bliss of her impromptu meal, she continued to feast on the flag, unaware of the chaos she had caused and the significance of her actions.