Scribble the Squirrel.

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This is the 9th story I've written. This started as a play on words job, with a friend who passed way with cancer, after he passed I wrote this story. Scribble's courage in this story mirror's my friends. hope you enjoy this tale. As always feed back is welcomed.


The sun gently wakes the animals of Central park; the pigeons sitting on the branches slowly woke. Even the smaller birds start to sing as the sun slowly moves across the park.

The sun reached Rocky the Raccoon’s home first, Rocky stretches and yawns, and then slowly pokes his head out, his sibling’s push past him to be the first to greet the morning sun, as it continues to wake the rest of the inhabitants of Central park.

The last animal to be woken by the sun is Scribble the Squirrel who lives in a hollowed out tree by the elephant habitat, she likes it here because the humans leave peanuts behind.

Scribble climbed out onto the branch of her tree, gives her fur a scratch before heading out to find breakfast, walking along the walls of the zoo she sees the animals waking from their nights slumber.

It was very dark behind the bars; she could just make out branches of a tree, she crept closer, and was about to climb in when she seen something moving, which frightened her, which was a good thing cause on the other side of the bars was a very hungry snake. She didn’t stop till she reached the office where the girl would be waiting for her, sure enough she was, and with a quick leap Scribble landed on her little friend and happily ate her part of the waiting toast.

Scribble made her way through the other side of the zoo to Rockies’ tree. No sooner the friends were together they were running all around the branches of the tree, they leapt from tree branch to tree branch racing for the park bench where an old woman sits feeding the small animals every morning.

Life was good for the two friends; until Rex an Eagle came with his sharp talons and plucked Rocky out of the sky, there was nothing Scribble could do. It happened so quickly, even the old woman tried grabbing Rocky without success.

Without hesitation she took off as quick as she could through the trees. She reached the edge of the park, it was like another world. It looked like the zoo only bigger and nosier. There were strange colored things that zoomed here and there, which frightened her.

She struggled to hear Rocky yelling for help as he was being carried to the top of a very tall building. Scribble tried to cross the road, after a number of attempts she made it across the strange human zoo.

Once she was across, she found herself facing another problem. Humans, lots of humans some walking but most were running here and there. Scribble seen her opportunity to get inside, which came in the form of an open door, Scribble had just got in through the open door when she found her paws slipping on the ground beneath her.

The humans weren’t too happy that she was there, Scribble suddenly stopped with a thud into something that looked like her tree. When she climbed it her claws wouldn’t grip it, she turned, seeing the humans running toward her the oddest thing happened; something stopped the humans getting in.

Scribble was glad; suddenly she started to move, she couldn’t tell if it was going up or down. The strange thing that stopped the humans from getting her opened. There was a strange area. It was like the zoo but with just more wind.

Scribble searched her surroundings when the sound of Rockies’ cries for help were heard. She ran towards the screaming, she was horrified to find that Rex was about to eat her friend. Scribble didn’t think she leapt onto Rex and started scratching and biting at him until he let go of her friend.

Rex flew off with both of them, Rocky was screaming, as they flew through the air. A few times Scribble came close to falling off. They flew up in the air so high, then with a sudden downward rush, towards the trees of their home Rocky took the opportunity to grab a branch which pulled him from Rex’s talons. Scribble slipped as they both hurtled toward the ground.

Rex hit the ground first and Scribble landed on top of him. They tumbled along the ground. Rex had broken a wing; some humans picked him up and took him inside the zoo, which is where he ended up staying with all the other birds like him, Scribble feeling sore slowly made it home where she stayed till she was better.
The sun gently woke the animals of Central park. The pigeons sitting on the branches slowly woke. Even the smaller birds began to sing as the sun slowly moved across the park.

The sun reached Rockies home first. He stretched and yawned. Then slowly moves to poke his head out, his sibling’s push past him to be the first to greet the morning sun, while the rays continue to wake the rest of the inhabitants of Central park.

The last animal to be woken by the sun was Scribble in her hollowed out tree by the elephant habitat, Scribble like it here because the humans always left peanuts behind. Scribble climbed out onto the branch, gave her fur a scratch before heading out to find breakfast, walking along the walls of the zoo she sees the animals waking from their nights slumber.

Scribble jumped off the wall and moved quickly towards the zoo keeper’s office; she knew that the little girl would be their now eating toast, which was very yummy. Scribble reached the office where the girl was waiting for her; with a quick leap she landed on her little friend and happily ate her part of the waiting toast.
Then made her way through the other side of the zoo to Rockies’ tree, no sooner the friends were together they were running all around the branches of the tree, they leapt from tree branch to tree branch racing for the park bench where an old woman sat feeding the small animals every morning.

 

 

written on the 3/1/2012.

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