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If you haven't read the first-page click this link to read it! ----> www.planetminecraft.com/blog/george-not-found-a-girl-in-the-forest/
I changed the title above slightly but it's still the same story don't worry!
I know we didn't hit 10 diamonds on the last post, but I'm a very impatient person so have some more.
(It's nice to have goals but I shall let the story speak for itself from now on)
But enough of my rambling I give you not 1 but 2 pages!
Let the story BEGINNN!!
I changed the title above slightly but it's still the same story don't worry!
I know we didn't hit 10 diamonds on the last post, but I'm a very impatient person so have some more.
(It's nice to have goals but I shall let the story speak for itself from now on)
But enough of my rambling I give you not 1 but 2 pages!
Let the story BEGINNN!!
The Adventure of a Girl In the Forest Page 2
George walked a little further till she reached the little log shelter she had built for her frequent overnight stays. It had a little wicker door which she kept shut when she was away. The most important feature of the door in George’s eyes was the little hole just big enough for a small bird. As if on cue a house wren emerged and lit onto George’s shoulder. George kindly rubbed the bird’s chest. Twitter squinted in pleasure, and it seemed as if she was almost in birdie heaven. George silently chuckled and the little bird twittered, she seemed to have decided that she was not going to get off of George’s shoulder any time soon.
A little king snake, Angel, shyly slid into the cracks in the rock she had just been sunning on. Rocky the box turtle seemed more motivated to have human company and slid off his log to join George and her band. Gary the Mallard duck beat him to it, however. He proudly raised his head and walked to and fro as if he had won some grand race. George’s whole band seemed to giggle and Gary for his part took on a look that can only be described as indignation.
He turned tail and angrily waddled all the way back to the reeds and shot them a scornful look before he slid back into the pond. Only Rocky, who had ungraciously been beaten by Gary in his self-pronounced race, could convince the poor duck of the lack of mal intent. He was not wholly successful in his attempt, for Gary seemed to be rather moody and suspicious as he silently trailed the turtle. He made a point to stay right by Rocky as if to tell everyone else that the only reason they had been graced by his presence was because Rocky had specially asked.
The whole scene was quite funny to George, although she kept in her laughter for the sake of what little pride Gary had left in him. Rocky had lived in this pond since George was small and was a senior box turtle to George’s way of thinking. So she was not taken by surprise the year before when he had adopted a lost baby duckling. The poor thing had gotten hopelessly confused. Twitter and Rocky, upon finding no other solution, had agreed Twitter was to teach all the flying and Rocky was to teach all of the pond manners. It turned out rather well, for the duck could take off of land splendidly and had the most excellent of pond manners. His only problem was that he had yet to master water take-offs and it bothered him very much. And it wasn’t that he hadn’t asked the other pond ducks before, it was simply the fact that they refused to have anything to do with him.
George went down on her knees and looked Gary straight in the eye, “You know they didn’t mean it,” and added with a smile on her face, “Come on I promise I won’t laugh.” He looked at her incredulously but the mood was lightened, which is all that really mattered.
George then got up, “Come on guys,” she turned and looked at the glistening waters of the lake, “We’ve got a full day of fishing ahead of us.”
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When Gary looked up at her admiringly George added, “Yes you can catch a couple of small fish for the aquarium.” Gary’s eyes lit up and he wagged his tail with glee as he waddled off to the pond’s edge to catch some fish. George shook her head, I really do need human friends, next thing ya know these animals are gonna start talkin’. Satisfied that she had cleared her head enough, George set up her foldable chair, a permanent guest of the lake, and got her tackle box, and the collapsable fishing rod. Then she put on the bait and cast her line. All that was left to do now was wait.
Gary was the first one to find success and brought back his small fish. It was very much alive and George gingerly put it in her holding bucket. Gary looked extremely pleased with himself and settled down next to George’s chair. Rocky slid back into the pond to sun on his log and Angle peeped out of her rocky alcove. Harper would have none of this waiting business and pounced on every mouse and mole hole she could find. She ruffled Gary’s feathers at least once, and George had to calm him down. George watched as her bobber bobbed up and down in time with the lake’s little ripples. It seemed as though the fish weren’t biting. George waited a little while longer, she didn’t want to lose a fish if it had just been eyeballing her bait.
Not long after something was hooked. It fought hard but was no match for George. She put it in a different bucket than the minnow’s and cast her line again. She caught three more after that before the sun started to climb higher into the sky. It seemed to be trying to beat the ground, but winter had weakened its rays and the sun had yet to recover its full strength. So instead in a fit of anger, it pulled the sky away from the lake and all the fish swam to the lake bed for fear of their life. They had no way of knowing how the sun could not harm them as long as they roamed in the water. The lake cried out in anguish against the sun and as a form of revenge nurtured the land surrounding her. Green things sprung up and the land was covered, hidden from the sun’s hateful rays. Only the lake was left exposed, left to endure the sun’s hateful abuse, till the moon drives him off and casts her healing light up the lake’s sorrowful surface.
A single tear slid down George’s cheek. Twitter nibbled a stray wisp of George’s hair, Harper jumped up in her lap and curled up. Gary sat there staring across the vast expanse of the lake. “Why does this place show me things,” another tear slid down George’s face, “And why must they always be so tragic?” Harper yipped sadly and licked the tears from George’s cheeks. George in return gently stroked the fox and rubbed her forefinger across Twitter’s chest as the little bird continued to nibble the stray strand of hair. “What do you think this place hides that it gives me such premonitions?” George thought aloud, “What power lies here, long forgotten and alone?”
Hope you enjoyed the story! I'll try and work out a publishing schedule or something in the future, but for now I'll publish 1-2 pages every few days.
Have a good rest of your day! :)
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