Fimbriated

Fimbriated - basically means fringed, but I love the definition: having the edge or extremity bordered by slender processes : fringed

Recommended ChaoticShiny writing exercise generator to my brother, and decided I would try it: 

Write for at least 300 words about a trigger, a newspaper, and a rodent.

The air was crisp and clear and dry outside the burrow. Most of the leaves had relocated to the ground for the winter. Normally, I'd grab tons of the crunching dry leaves, before they rotted, and drag them inside for nesting, but this year I had something even better. I was keeping an eye on the neighborhood raccoon (its the sort of thing my mom would repeat - don't keep tabs on the raccoon and you'll usually be in for a nasty surprise) and saw it hanging out in these big plastic bins that showed up with the big loud pink creatures. One of them is chock full of newspaper. The pinkies are surely the worst hoarders ever - keeping all their valuable nesting material open to the elements when they have an enormous nest that none of us have figured out how to infiltrate yet. Anyway, I grabbed as much as I could and dragged it home. So I don't have to bother with leaves, since newspaper is better in pretty much every way. 

When mom wasn't home, I loaded the BB gun I'd just gotten for my birthday and put on my halloween costume. The Lone Ranger is on patrol! Watch out bad guys! I get on my bike to survey the neighborhood for evildoers, which turns out to be awesome because if I get going fast enough my cape billows, just like the real lone ranger riding his big white horse. I can always go fastest on the downhill driveway of the church, so I go there and practice billowing. I don't see any evildoers, but they're probably just scared off by how badass I look.  If my brother is finished with his homework maybe he can put on his ninja costume and I can ride him down and bring him to jail. The doghouse would be a perfect jail. I head back home and see a rabbit poking its head out of a burrow in our front yard. I don't think it saw me. I quietly stop my bike, get off, and creep behind a bush. The rabbit is crawling out, nibbling on some of mom's flowers. Mom hates seeing those flowers eaten. Not exactly a scary villain, but it'll do. I creep a little closer behind the landscaping and take out my pistol. That rabbit will be so scared it'll never eat another flower! I get on my elbows like a little green plastic army guy and take aim. 

There's a loud clap and my left shoulder explodes in pain. The shock sends me about three feet in the air, which is totally stupid. get down, hide, freeze, get in the bushes, get down, hide .... front left leg won't work at all, but I get under cover of a bush. Freeze. Listen, freeze. There is a big pinkie coming around from behind a bush - its definitely looking for me. I can make it to the burrow. I dart, and tumble because my leg won't work. My fur is wet. I dart again, and stumble. Its running at me now and the clap keeps going off. I barely make it into the burrow and there are more claps, even louder inside, and dirt near the entry is bursting in little puffs with every clap. Freeze, hide, listen, freeze. Listen. The claps stop, and I hear him moving away. My fur is wet all down my left front leg. I try to clean it, and it hurts. Its blood from a small hole near my shoulder. Its hard to groom there, but grooming is soothing, as long as I don't move the leg too much.