Bunga

Bunga was a skunk that lived in a meadow with a village far away in a valley. Bunga was a beautiful ginger colored skunk. She was different from all the other skunks. She has the wisdom and loyalty of a canine. She has the most beautiful bushy tail of all. She had spotted rows going down her back instead of white stripes like the other skunks.
The sun was shining bright. Bunga was having a relaxing day in the meadow sniffing flowers and having treats by digging with her claws for grub worms. Yum yum!
She saw movement coming towards her but couldn’t see what it was from the height of the field flowers. She fluffed her tail ready to attack. Closer and closer it came. Whatever it was she saw a blackness peering through pushing through the field coming towards her. She was prepared to spray. She saw a head then a body. She sighed in relief. It was just her brother Zorrillos. “Whatcha up to out here alone” he said. “Just enjoying the sun and flowers and the the yummy grub worms. Why do you always have to come and check up on me”? Zorrillos replied “ Because I love you”. Said her brother “Well join me for some snacks” Bunga said. They ate then played a game of chase in the flowers. When they tiered it was time to go home to their tiny cave. There was a neighborhood of caves. All in a row. The skunks stuck together. During the day they had started hearing strange noises. They sounded like monsters. The noises scared the skunks and sometimes the earth would quake and loud noises would boom so loud it would shake inside their caves.
Evil spirits they were. But why or who had cursed them?
One day Bunga and her brother Zorrillos were on the edge of the field playing chase when they looked to see where they heard a loud boom! They saw a...