Aftermath of Visitations

So this is pretty much about my day at work, but today didn't qualify as a Lifeguard Insanity day.

The ocelot raced to the crest of the final hill before she reached the river. After she had topped it and had begun her descent, she overreached her stride and fell in a tumbled heap the rest of the way. Finally gripping the ground as it leveled out, she skidded to a halt at the feet of the head patroller. Grinning sheepishly, she rushed out to her post.

She had almost been late. Not quite, but almost. Even coming close to doing such a thing had given the cat's heart quite a stir. [yes, pathetic, but true; I have yet to be late to work, and being late it a huge deal down at the pool] Normally she was at the river quite in advance, but today had been a bit different.

Earlier, she had gone to visit the malamute with the bluebird. The dog was in a grove where injured animals went to recooperate. He had hurt his head horrendously [do you see that unintentional alliteration? Bow before the Alliteration Queen!] when he had fallen from a boulder and slid down a rocky landscape [yeah, so that's nowhere close; I'm trying to hury through this!]. He was doing quite well, considering the injuries he had sustained. However, the ocelot had lost track of time during the visit and had soon gotten quite behind her schedule. Now, disheveled and somewhat out of breath, she parked herself and the top of the bank where many animals enjoyed sliding down into the water.

After having wandered along the bank for some time watching the visitors at the river, a small gnat darted into the ocelot's eye. She continued moving in a hop-along fashion while using one paw to extricate the irritating insect. Just as the remains of the bug were removed, the ocelot was suddenly no longer on solid ground. Her paws grasped at empty air for the barest of moments before she was slipping in the mud of the bank and crashing into the shallows. A nearby patroller nearly burst with laughter and, after assessing the absurdity of her situation, the ocelot joined her. She rolled playfully once in the shallows before resuming her position sopping wet.

The sun set without anything eventful occuring beyond the usual idiot visitors that tried to get themselves killed. The ocelot was in a rather pleasant mood, actually. Nothing had gone terribly wrong and the weather was kind. But while all the patrollers were taking a short break from their labors, the ocelot felt something pounce on her back. Hissing and yowling, the ocelot spun around, fruitlessly attempting to erradicate her attacker.

The mole had leapt on her from behind. He tumbled away chuckling to himself. The ocelot rather wanted to show him her claws' sense of humor, but she thought better of it. Outwardly shrugging off her indignation, she tried to regain her former giddy mood.

Okay, so that was NOT the best example of my writing skills, but that's all right, right? If it isn't, it doesn't quite matter to me anyway. But today was pretty amusing. I fell in, much to the amusement of my co-workers, and I am obviously not sick because when the mole tried to pick me up from behind I flipped out and greatly desired to cause him physical injury.