Word of Inspiration: Havoc

Wow, it's been ages since I've done one of these ... far too many distractions running around lately *swats them*.
Still, hope you enjoy my newest offering!

“No, no don’t do that you stupid animal!”

But it was too late.  An outburst of furious barking split the idyllic morning air, and a long-eared hare sprinted into the thicket, closely followed by a yapping black blurr. Birds shot out of the trees, chirping their alarm calls and adding to the chaotic symphony of snapping branches, crunching leaves and panicked rustlings as the other woodland animals dived for cover. Somewhere in the distance, as stag let out a bellow of alarm and the rumble of thousands of hooves sent reverberations through the hard-packed earth.

Standing in the middle of the glade, a young woman threw her arms in the air and cursed. This wasn’t the first time this had happened, and she doubted it would be the last. All it took was a single rabbit or fox to stick its nose into the open and he would be off, yapping and running as fast as his stubby legs could carry him. He never caught anything – thank goodness! – but already there had been complaints from the park owners that the wildlife was being “tormented” by the events. Personally, she found it rather hard to belive a small black schnautzer could “torment” anything bigger than a tennis ball.

As the chaos continued to unfold in the bushes, the woman remembered a phrase from a play she had read back in her school days. She smiled.


"Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war ..."