There it was again. Bea thought maybe it would have been better if she had waited 'til the sun had fully risen. But this one was different than the one she had seen several sunrises ago. Bea tried as hard as she could to dare to keep looking at the new mist creature in her midst. This one was shorter with a very weirdly shaped head and moved faster than the other.

There was no hippitty-skip at the end like the other. It meant there was more than one kind. She again debated whether she should tell Scruffles and Sweet Puppy about these strange sightings. She wanted so much to turn away, yet, could not take her eyes off this near-like mirage moving through the thick fog. She then remembered the shadow of the creature in her very cave home.

She must tell Scruffles and Sweet Puppy. And would need to do it soon. In her mind, she sprinted away toward home, while she tiptoed quietly and cautiously full of thought, talking to the maker for help on how to calmly tell Scruffles and Sweet Puppy the whole story.