Didda has a minion!

Minion the Love Bug Butterfly

boldDidda was a wanderer; there was no questioning that. She trusted her paws to take her wherever she was destined to go. Didda was a believer of destiny and fate, just like the rest of her family. "There's no stoppin' fate, girl", her grandma used to say. "Jus' let it take ye where ye meant to be". One day, they may lead her to the heart of the forests and the next, to the blue-grey cliffs of the Sacred Lands.Today, it was the ocean. Didda loved the ocean, loved how it whispered its secrets to her and yielded up its treasures at her feet. She giggled as her paws sank in the soft sand. The rising sun cast a soft glow over the beach, tinting the sand with a warm pink. The ocean, normally so crystal blue became an artist's canvas. Yellows, greens, purples and orange was reflected on the waters. Up above, birds circled the air, rising higher and higher with the thermals. They soared effortlessly over the ocean, some disappearing over the horizon.Her tail began to wag, and her paws started to knead the sand. With one joyful bounce, Didda tumbled into the sand. The beach was littered with shells, all colors of the rainbow. Baby blue, mint green and warm peach; Didda collected them all. Scalloped, smooth or chipped, they were all equally beautiful. Her laugh echoed across the empty shores. She had the beach all to herself, as it was much too early for even the early risers.Carefully, Didda arranged the shells into piles, separating them by color. She shook her head and tried again. No, something wasn't right. Perhaps by size? Didda stepped back and surveyed her collection. Again, it was a little off. Frustrated, Didda swept a paw across her piles, sending the shells flying. With a mournful glance, she sat in the sand, surrounded by them. Unaware of her anger, they lay half buried on the beach, their surfaces reflected the sunlight.When the sun had risen to a full height, a set of pawprints led away from the beach. The shells lay behind, forgotten, unwanted until the next curious creature came along. But Didda was nowhere in sight. She was a wanderer, after all.