A shrew – on the sand and in the sun

A shrew is sitting on the sand in the sun. There's a lot of grass here. It's orange from the sun. And the shrew is sitting here now. Looking around. There's sand here. Quite dense. And it's orange from the sun. Probably. The shrew just came out of its burrow. A long passage. And it brought it here. To a sunny spot. Being in the sun is also a pleasant thing.

All the kind little animals live here. They are kind and smart. And the shrew is in the sun. And underground. There are whole passages underground. Burrows. A world of its own. Above ground, too, is a world of its own. Sunlight. Grass. And sand. It depends where you emerge. The shrew has a map of the underground passages. But it doesn't understand much about what's above ground. Every time it emerges, it's surprised.

It's nice in the sun too. The sand is orange. And the grass is scorched by the bright sun. There's a red brick lying nearby. Someone put it here. Last week. And it's still there. It'll probably stay there forever. The world above ground is a complete unknown for the little animal. The shrew has already made friends with various little creatures. A mole. A mouse. But there are still many amazing things ahead.

The shrew sits and basks in the sun. It can be cool underground. The shrew has plenty of tasty roots in store. There, underground. And dry leaves. There are some, too. It's comfortable to wrap up in them and sleep. It's nice to remember my underground home. The surface is its own world. Everything is so sunny. And I still have many days to explore. Further on, there are thickets of grass. It can be dark. And cozy.

Previously, the shrew only lived underground. And at night or at dusk, it would crawl to the surface. But how smart the little animal became. A whole world opened up. There is a surface. There is so much here. The sun is shining. It's wonderful. So many new things. There's sand. And small pebbles. All sorts. Light and dark.

Now the shrew will look around. And decide where to go next. There's an underground passage somewhere in the grass. She can find it. And navigate from it. The grass has its own unique features, too. The grass is green. Beetles live there. The little animal has already met the cockchafer and the rose chafer. And other beetles. Beetles are kind fellows. Always cheerful. They crawl around. They explore everything. There are also ants. They are also busy fellows.

The shrew knows them now, too. Here she sits in the sun. And thinks about the world above ground. How amazing it is. A breeze caresses her fur. The warm sun warms her. In the grass, the beetles are already calling her to come have some tea. The ants have made some kind of tea. From leaves. Perhaps she should go inside and have some tea. The little animal will go to the grass to find beetles and ants. And it's nice on the sand. It can sit in the sun.

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The pond frog sings songs in a magical pond.

The pond frog sits in the shade or in the sun. It depends. And watches everything around. It's a wonderful pond. The water is green. The colors are just like the frog. Water lilies grow here. Delicious algae grows underwater. There are lots of interesting things lying on the bottom. There are driftwood. And on the surface, there are water lilies. And sunshine. You can shelter from the sun in the grass or in the water.

The pond frog loves this pond. It has its own little house here. One above the water, one under. And the frog builds itself a gazebo on the lilies. To drink tea. And to dive. There's a place in the shade. And a place in the sun. Whatever your heart desires.

You can even float on a water lily. Slowly. And float to the very middle of the pond. And then dive. So that only your eyes are visible. You can float. The frog spends a lot of time underwater, too. There's sand there, too. And it's wonderful to watch the water vary in color. In different places. From dark tea to golden. And there's also a variety of greens. The pond has so many interesting things. It's a magical pond for a frog.

Trees provide shelter from the scorching sun. And there's a meadow nearby. And there's a spot with swamp water. Grass grows there. And everything is always in the water just right. And then the water gets thinner and thinner. And only then does the grass grow tall and dry around. It's not so hot in the tall grass. And there's shade.

The frog also knows places with large puddles where it can sit and get wet. There are these little holes in the field. And they vary in depth. It's just fun to jump in and sit there. And sometimes it's so deep—an entire stream starts there. So much so that only the eyes can be seen.

The frog is everywhere here. In the grass. In the field. In the stream. In the pond. The pond is the main spot. The frog spends most of its time here, and it's where the frog makes its home. There's a river. With golden water. There's a part of the river with dark water. The water there is dark. And you have to swim to the shore. And there's sand. Tall grass. And trees. Beyond that is the forest. The frog doesn't go there. It tries to stay near the water. And there's water everywhere here. One way or another, all the waterways lead somewhere familiar. To the pond. It's the central part.

So you won't get lost. You just walk along the water. And you'll come to the pond. You'll recognize familiar streams. Familiar hummocks. Grass. Puddles. Familiar places are everywhere here. You can travel along the golden river. Or swim along the deeper river. Whatever you like. You can run across the entire field. Even jump. Or sit in the grass. It's nice there in the morning after the rain. It's humid.

The frog tries to come back for lunch and tea. And when it's time to go to bed. And so she hops around everywhere. There's an even bigger pond there. It's probably even more magical. Every pond is a magical place. A whole world to explore. Here's a frog floating on a water lily. And looking around.

The frog is also a musician and a singer. Croak-croak. A cheerful frog. Singing her songs everywhere. When she can't hear the grasshoppers in the field. The main thing is that there's song everywhere. That's what the frog thinks. It's not boring here at all.

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Bunny and Mom – Bunny Goes to Lunch

Mom goes to see the bunny. The bunny is still little. The bunny is sitting on the grass and eating something tasty. Lettuce leaves, carrots. He still has a lot to grow. He will learn. He will run and jump a lot. And he is already helping his mom grow carrots. It's a sunny summer now. It's like this every day here.

Mom goes to see the bunny. She tells him it's time to go to his house. There's delicious soup waiting for him. And his favorite cartoon. It's about to start right now. The bunny loves the sun so much, eating delicious grass, that he forgets. He runs around the field. Plays with bees and insects. Jumps after beetles in the grass. He met a mole. But he didn't follow him into the underground passage. A cat is running around somewhere. An elephant is walking around. A dog comes too. Lots of people live here.

The lettuce leaves are so delicious and fresh. The carrots are so crunchy, it makes your ears twitch. A crow is flying around. Bunny offered salad. But the crow doesn't want salad. Bunny has fun here every day. It's time to run and watch a cartoon and eat some delicious soup. With herbs. Basil, rosemary, dill, lolo lettuce, and so many other things. Bunny knows about salad too. And in his little room, he grows a carrot, just one, on the windowsill. And a few lettuce leaves.

As soon as the sun rises and smiles through the window, Bunny immediately runs outside. To run and play! There's still dew on the ground. After the night rain. At night, the rain waters everything that grows. A light drizzle falls at night. And during the day, the sun shines. And it's so nice. In the mornings, it can still be cool. In the river, for example. On a sunny summer day, when a snail brings a letter every day. Once. Not every day. The bunny draws the sun in the evenings. In his sketchbook. He's good at it. That's what his mother says. The bunny laughs. He's very happy. The bunny is always here on the path in front of the house. When it's time for lunch. But the bunny doesn't remember exactly when. And sometimes he forgets. Then his mother comes for him. And calls him into the house.  

It's almost time for lunch. The bunny just realized. His mother has arrived. That means it's already time for lunch. He can leave everything. There's no escape. And go to the house. Eat delicious soup. And watch his favorite cartoon. About kind animals. Sit on a chair. And watch TV. Eat soup leisurely.  

Then the bunny will run into the field again. It wasn't long enough for the whole lunch. And he needs to look around. As if it's a new field. There's a lot of grass. You can get lost in the field. But you can always find your way back. In a pinch, someone will show you. A cow, for example. They have their place there. Rabbits live there. The field is really big. Delicious peas grow in the field. He and the mole go to eat them.

The crow flies everywhere. And sees everything. At worst, he'll wait for the crow. And ask. The crow always gives hints. The field is interesting too. And then to the house. Where the garden and vegetable patch are. There are so many interesting things there too.

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A zombie emerges from the lab.

A white corridor. Almost sterile white. And empty. A bright yellow LED lamp glows. The lamps repeat every few meters. They cut through the whiteness with their warm yellow glow. It's already night. Closer to midnight. And there's no one here. A zombie emerges from the lab.

It's unclear where he came from. Or how he got into the corridor. But it's a fact. A zombie is in the corridor. Walking down a long white corridor. For him, it's like a second life. But it's full of despair. He hobbles slowly. And waves his arms. Grasping the walls. As if they were his only support.

Occasionally, he makes sounds. More like screams. He walks down the corridor. These LED lamps have never seen anything like this. He's already walked the entire long corridor. And there it is – the sign – exit. A green sign. With white text – exit. A zombie is heading for the exit.

The zombie almost falls once. He constantly touches the walls. And, leaning on them, he slowly hobbles toward the exit. The exit is very soon. He waves his arms. And moves on. As if feeling the air. The zombie can only go forward. And it’s hard for him to understand that he can go anywhere else. His head is in complete chaos. Everything is seething, as if in an ocean. And not a second of calm or clear consciousness. Only chaos. And a constant pulsation. He goes. Step after step. To the exit. It’s a zombie marathon. And he’s almost finished it. He’s a participant in this run down the corridor. And he’s succeeding. The door with the sign “Exit” is even closer.

Again and again. The zombie takes a step. And doesn’t stop. When he almost falls, he tries to grab the wall with his hands. And tries to say something. But all that comes out is a scream. It’s impossible to utter words. His head is in chaos. Thousands of mosquitoes seem to be biting. It’s as if he can’t see anything in front of him. His vision seems to be malfunctioning. It seems he can see after all. Sometimes it's bad – through a veil of red. It's blood before his eyes. Sometimes it's clear. Sometimes everything swims before his eyes. The brain has a hard time processing the signals from the eyes. He can't feel anything with his nose. There's no charm. And he can't breathe. He realized this. Consciousness is weak. But it's there. A spark of consciousness. His back hurts as if after hard work.  

He'll get a bonus at work for this corridor. A thought. Incomprehensible. And everything drowns in a pulsation like an ocean. Thousands of mosquitoes. That sensation again. A burning. It's all just in his head. He doesn't really feel the pain. It's just that his brain is so heavy. His head feels like it's aching. What's wrong with him? He needs to get to the exit. The answer is there. He thinks he's hurt himself. Thought. This is good. Everything will be fine.

He throws both hands at the door. The door swings open. There's the night air. And night. The light from the streetlamps. And the street. He needs to go there.

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Mother rabbit is following her little rabbit. A beautiful sunset.

In a land where every day is a magical sunset. And many, many beautiful flowers. There lives a rabbit. His mother is now on her way to fetch him. To call him for dinner. The sun is already golden. It's time for a snack of carrot soup. And a carrot juice.

Mother rabbit is walking. And beautiful flowers are growing all around. All sorts of colors. A golden sunset. A beautiful warm summer evening. It's so beautiful here. It's like this every day here, and summer never ends. The little rabbit has run off somewhere. He always runs along this path. Somewhere far away.

He often plays here. With other kind and cheerful little animals. There are bunnies here. A mole and an ant, and a snail. They're all somewhere here. Mother rabbit climbed the hill and saw that yes, they had gone far away. Somewhere below. They were playing something and laughing. They were clearly having a lot of fun.

The snail was the first to notice mother rabbit. And all the little animals turned around. And headed back. It was time for dinner. Each to their own little house. They still had about 15 minutes to walk, then there was the hill. And there, waiting for them, was the rabbit's mother. Now they'd get there and go to dinner.

The rabbit has a lot of friends. And a lot to do. He studies. He goes to school. The mole with the glasses is the smartest. After school, they play computer games. And they play outside. Right until evening. The evening here really is very beautiful. Sometimes you can sit on the hill and just watch. For a long, long time. And there are a lot of hills here. You walk up the hill. A gentle slope. Then the hill itself. And then a descent down. Another gentle slope. Everything is like that here. Further on, there's a field. There's a flat surface. That's where all the little animals live.

Such a warm and nice evening. I don't even want to go into the little house. I'd like to play with my friends. With a snail, a mole, a beetle, a butterfly, a bunny. And an ant. But that's okay. Everyone's going home. And tomorrow they'll continue the game.

There are such beautiful flowers growing everywhere here. Mama Rabbit looks at them. Mama Rabbit has lots of flowers growing in her garden too. Such a huge garden. Half the size of a field. A whole maze of flowers. And paths between them. And further on, other little animals have their own houses. In the shade of the trees. Beyond them, there's a river and a lake—that's where the frogs are. There's just a lot of water and everything is overgrown. The frogs float there on their floating houses. It's an amazing sight when the lanterns light up at night. On the river.

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A zombie fell out of the bushes after a mosquito bite.

Autumn leaves glowed like light bulbs in the dark light. A swamp. It was dark here. And damp. Very cool. The wind was already blowing cold. It was autumn, after all. But the zombie didn't feel any of this. And didn't understand. He practically fell out of the bushes and walked. Along the swamp.

Somehow, he knew the swamp was dangerous. And he had to walk along the edge. He walked a little slower than a normal person. And he even remembered. How he'd been bitten by a mosquito. And contracted some kind of virus. A week ago. He itched. And then reddish dots appeared. Like bleeding. He didn't have time to be scared. Everything happened quickly. The process was fast. He'd just gone to bed. And woke up in the bushes. Was it a dream? A transformation after an illness. The virus had done something to him. Some strange, large, green mosquito. He remembered that, too.

His mind was still working. He clearly remembered certain scenes as if they had happened yesterday. He was itching. And walking. Then bruises appeared. And he fell. And woke up in the bushes. He hadn't gone to bed. He had gone to bed the day before, at home. And then, during the day, he had gone into the forest for a picnic. On his day off. He loved wandering here. It always calmed him. And now here he was wandering.

He was almost fine. He had just gotten hurt. And a mosquito had bitten him and infected him. The virus had done something to him. And very quickly. He was walking along the swamp. Sometimes his legs wouldn't obey him, and he would grab fallen branches. Or leaves. He looked down. At his feet. He adjusted his movements. And moved on. Overall, everything was fine. He looked at his hands in amazement. As if he should see or understand something. But he just looked at them. That big mosquito was spinning in his head. So green. Swollen.

It was beautiful here in the swamp. He always liked to walk around these parts on his day off. It was almost night. Or evening. It gets dark faster in autumn. What leaves! He was fine, he could even walk around a tree. Or bend branches aside with his hands. He was sure of it. The main thing was not to drown in this swamp. How could he have slept in the bushes? But it wasn't cold at all. It wasn't cold for him. Maybe he had a fever? He'd have to see a doctor. But why did he have to sleep in the bushes?

He lost consciousness. He thought to himself, as if he were. He seemed to be feeling unwell. Some thoughts were clear. And then there was some kind of emptiness. As if he could see something clearly. And something was floating before his eyes. This was normal. It was dark here, after all. He remembered the way home. And that big mosquito. It was all green. Like the swamp. And big. And it was bloated all over. As if there was some kind of green in it. It was dark green. And he remembered the way home. The forest. The road. He needed to get to the road. He has a car there. And on the way home.

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Mom meets a little bunny

Mom meets a little bunny. The little bunny has been out all morning. Now it's almost time to run to lunch. The little bunny went to his little house a little earlier. He'd been running all morning. And he didn't even notice how the morning flew by. The sun is shining beautifully. There was a heavy rain last night. And now it's not too hot yet. But it's warm. And it's nice to breathe, run, and jump!  

The sun is bright and gentle all around. Everything is shining. As if light is everywhere. And everything is in soft tones. Every day is a carefree summer for the little bunny. The only thing to remember is to be on time for lunch. And if you get carried away, Mom will come for you.  

There's the grass and the hills. They look so beautiful from here. The little bunny is still little. And the hills seem big to him. As do some of the bushes and trees. How beautiful it is here. There's Mom. Now they'll leisurely stroll behind those hills. Their little house is there. And a delicious lunch. With carrots. And lettuce leaves for dessert. Delicious!

Mom is kind and good. They all have huge ears. And bunnies and hares. They are all friends. And they live nearby. And bugs live here. It's time to go to lunch. The bunny was just heading to the house. There's Mom. This is fun! There's Mom. And the sun! Such a wonderful clearing. And so much green. What sunshine! The hottest part of the day is still ahead. You can sit in the house and read stories. You can lie down and sleep.

Mom is smiling. Mom is kind. Now they are already on their way. In the meantime, everyone is laughing. It's fun here. And there are always so many interesting things. There is a lot to do in the field too. There are lots of bugs there. You can play. Different games. Run. Jump. Hide in the grass. Relax. Go to the river. There are already frogs there. They like to drink tea. And there is a river with beautiful water. Cool water. Cooling off is just the thing. Bugs are often there, too.

And then it's time to go to lunch. Then in the evening, the bunny will come back to play with them. It's already before the golden sunset. And then he'll go to sleep. He'll dream. Fairy tales. And his own stories. And he'll remember today and the days gone by. Every day is something new and interesting.

Dima Link is making retro videogames, apps, a little of music, write stories, and some retro more.

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Zombies that stand and stare ahead

The zombie virus infection spread very quickly. In just a week, hundreds of residents became zombies. They now wander slowly. And stand and stare into the distance. This virus is less active. And it makes them more passive. It's as if they're just standing and staring. As if they're tired. And they need to rest. But it's the same thing. A zombie virus. Only different.

The zombie virus is another type. More passive. They don't even try to be aggressive. All reflexes are suppressed. They stand and stare at the wall, as if. From a distance, it's not even clear what's going on. Pale skin. Sedentary behavior.

There's a void in their heads. It's as if their entire consciousness is blocked. They simply remain motionless. Sometimes they take steps forward, but their mobility is very limited. They can walk slowly. They don't even seem dangerous at first glance. This type of zombie is not very common. A rare occurrence.

Sometimes they start walking slowly. Somewhere ahead of themselves. They can't turn. Only forward movement. No breathing. Pale color. And mostly a stagnant demeanor. They don't make any sounds either. As if hypnotized.  

The virus came from the field. On the wind. Perhaps with some insects and worms from underground. This species is characterized by stable behavior. This area is quarantined. But the sign was broken. Someone broke it. And you drove here. You were driving to the village. One you hadn't been to in a long time, to see what it was like now. And what you saw were the living dead.  

Yes, there was something said about a zombie virus on the radio. But that was somewhere else. In the city. Some lab. In a swamp. And now you've seen it with your own eyes. Of course, you have a notebook. And you've written down everything you know. You have a gas mask with you. It's saving you. But your supply of purifier will soon run out. It's time to leave. Enough notes. The main thing now is to reverse to a larger area. Turn around there. And head back.

You didn't manage to learn much this time. But at least you took a couple of photos. And made initial notes. Confirming the general behavior. From the manual. Which was written quickly. Someone even suggested ideas. That they had a collective mindset. Nothing of the sort. The virus isn't capable of such a thing. Some kind of mutation simply occurred. A predictable one. Something caused this virus to change. And that caused this reaction.

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