Flicker's Funny Footsteps

Miku wriggled his nose, the scent of damp earth and something vaguely mushroomy tickling his whiskers. The cave, once a gaping maw of mystery, had now become a rather gloomy tunnel. The light of the forest entrance was a distant memory, swallowed whole by the inky blackness that pressed in on all sides. He hadn’t meant to go *this* far, not really. He’d just been so sure that the whispers about the magical carrot were more than just whispers, and that the path to it, however dark and twisty, would be worth the effort. Listening to Elder Willow’s stern warnings about “deep, dark places where mischief lurks and little rabbits tend to get lost” had seemed, at the time, like a suggestion. Now, a tiny shiver traced its way down his spine