Comic Story
Panel 1
Another lonely afternoon. The creek whispers secrets I can't understand, secrets carried on the wind... secrets like why she left.
Panel 2
A rustle in the bushes... probably just a rabbit. I should go home. Grandma's waiting with soup that tastes like cardboard and silence.
Panel 3
Wait... those aren't rabbit ears. Those are... pointy?
Panel 4
Aww... you're all alone too, aren't you? Like me.
Panel 5
Grandma says we can't keep it. "Too much trouble," she says. Like I'm not enough trouble already.
Panel 6
But...but he's hungry and scared! And he needs someone!
Panel 7
She sighed. That's it. That's my leverage. Grandma's a sucker for a good sigh.
Panel 8
"Fine," she grumbled. "But you're taking care of it. Feeding, cleaning... everything. And if it sheds on the furniture, it's your fault."
Panel 9
I named him Willow. Because he came from the creek, and because he's as bendy and resilient as a willow branch. Just like me, I hope.
Panel 10
Willow Creek still whispers secrets. But now, they don't sound so lonely anymore. They sound like... home.