Mackenzie, King of the raccoons

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Character dimensions: 3" x 1.5" x 2.5"

Mackenzie scrambled atop the fallen tree. The new height gave him an advantage, he could see far into the forest, where the light filtered down and revealed rolling mounds of moss.
The old tree upon which he stood had long since tipped over. Padding to the end Mackenzie touched the exposed roots, gray and shiny with the passage of time and exposure to the elements. They appeared almost silver in the afternoon light. He admired the way they speared up out of the ground in a radial burst of twisted roots, ripped from the earth when the tree had fallen. He cocked his head, ears twitching, tail swishing excitedly as his dark eyes glimmered with approval. The roots look like the back of an intricately carved throne.
His throne.
King Mackenzie.
His little paws trailed over the natural elegance of the roots and he sighed with pleasure. Turning he sat on the log, arranging his generous belly in front, and leaned back against the roots. His tail curled around him, regally he thought.
Yes indeed, a perfect throne. A perfect place to rule the lands, a perfect vantage point to survey all that lay before him.
King Mackenzie, King of the woods. Oh yes he liked the sound of that.
He wondered how the others would like the sound of it. He knew he was King after all but so far none of the other raccoons seemed aware that he held such a position of power. It made Mackenzie wonder how they could not notice. How when they foraged for plump juicy berries to wash in the stream that he ate his own share like a King. That his every move was royal, his every gesture courtly.
The others chattered on about the pleasant smell of flowers hanging in the air, about the soft rain that had made the stream rise ever so much higher, about how another tree had fallen down, but none of them never asked about what it was like to be King. Or how he enjoyed being King. It was if they honestly did not know that he was King at all.
Mackenzie raised a furry brow and thought it over, he could hardly order them all to pay attention. He was a just and fair King after all, if they chose to while away their time with all the affairs of raccoons that had nothing to do with his Royal position....well....so be it.
Standing again, Mackenzie peered over the back of his throne, eyes traveling over all his land. Pausing only when he spotted the bright patch of mushrooms in the distance and the shiny red promise of berries just beyond.
Mmmmm, a feast fit for a King.
Scrambling down off his new throne he made his way under the canopy of trees, moving quickly through patches of sunshine and cool shadow. The lone King of the forest, ruler over all of wild kind and known by none. They saw him as a just a raccoon, but Mackenzie knew different.
He was more than just another raccoon, he was King.

Character dimensions: 3" x 1.5" x 2.5"

Added on Jan 06, 2010