Читать книгу Capybara Stole Independence Day - - Страница 8

Shelby the capybara felt a wave of panic wash over her. The weight of the mayor’s words hung heavy in the air, and Shelby knew she had to escape before the consequences of her actions caught up with her.

With a heart heavy with guilt and fear, Shelby darted through the winding streets of the city, her paws pounding against the pavement in a desperate bid for freedom. The distant sounds of voices and footsteps echoed behind her, a constant reminder of the pursuit that was sure to follow.

As she reached the edge of the city, Shelby paused for a moment to catch her breath, her chest heaving with exertion. She cast one last look over her shoulder, the twinkling lights of the city fading into the distance like stars disappearing into the morning sky.

With a determined shake of her head, Shelby turned and plunged into the dense forest that loomed before her, its towering trees reaching up to embrace her like old friends. The cool night air whispered through the leaves, carrying with it the scent of earth and moss, and Shelby felt a sense of relief wash over her as she disappeared into the shadows.

For hours, Shelby ran without stopping, her heart pounding in her chest as she pushed herself deeper into the heart of the forest. Branches snagged at her fur, and roots tripped her feet, but still she pressed on, driven by a primal instinct to escape the clutches of her impending punishment.

As the first light of dawn began to filter through the trees, Shelby finally slowed to a halt, her sides heaving with exhaustion. She collapsed onto the forest floor, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she gazed up at the canopy above, the leaves shimmering like jewels in the early morning light.