The daffodils with their broken hearts and bent stems, considered releasing their lip locks on the ground covering their eternal bulbs.
The squirrel stopped her frantic digging and hunched still over her deep gash in the earth.
The Robin jerked his head up and pulled his wings taut across his back, lifting his body erect, perched on his thin, stick legs.
The earth worm recoiled from the violent attack and, welcoming the distraction, drove himself determinedly into the safe, soft, warm, dark dirt.
His new alter-ego followed suit.