Frantic, Van made a grab for Choco's tail, missing him by several inches. "Choco, come back!" he nearly shouted. But it was too late. Choco was almost to the little bridge, Van's voice already fading from his mind. He had seen something small and shiny fall from the man's pocket as he had ridden by. What it was, he didn't know, but he meant to find out.
It was as if there was some kind of magnetic pull, pulling him closer. Choco didn't think he could have resisted even if he had wanted to. He knew the danger of being up by the road and out in the open, but Choco had to find out what the man had dropped. He looked cautiously down the road to make sure the man had continued down the road before venturing any further. He was already out of sight.
Looking around, Choco spotted the object. There, by that clump of clover! He scrambled over to the other side of the road to get a closer look . . . .
*The image above is what I call the Elvis stage! Choco's jacket is rather loud and obnoxious, but it turns out all right in the end. The sleeve on the left side of the image has some shading on it, and already the pattern is calming down. Before I put any shading on it, it looked like the rest of the jacket. His shirt is shaded and that's as far as I've gotten. Should be another post this after, but I'm not sure of the timing as Blogger is scheduled for an outage this afternoon. Please check back by!