New Story Whale Chapter! 🐳 A Fruit Bat and a Guinea Pig Travelling on Foot
Chapter Eight is here!🦇🐹
Hola!
Chapter eight is here!
Sorry for the delay on this one. I’ve just started a new job and life has been a bit busy!
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Now, please do enjoy today’s new chapter!
Ginny and Bruce were on high alert as they plopped down to the forest floor. Foxes could be tricky creatures. For all Bruce and Ginny knew, the foxes could be waiting just around the corner.
Not moving, they scanned the area around them. The forest was very still. Their nerves were on edge.
Still, at least for now, it looked like the coast was clear.
Satisfied, they set off, Ginny leading the way. Bruce moved at a slow and unsteady pace. He limped awkwardly on, his little bat legs hating every step. It didn’t feel right being down there on the forest floor among the dirt and fallen leaves. Everything around him was so giant; it felt like he was surrounded at every moment.
He belonged in the air, or on a high branch where he could look over things, or somewhere up near the ceiling of a dark cave where he could dangle and relax. Down on the forest floor, he just felt way too… amongst it.
Ginny seemed to sense Bruce’s unease.
“It’s not too far,” Ginny assured him.
He tried a smile. She didn’t believe him.
They continued on through the forest. They felt more settled as time went on. The foxes had seemingly moved on to bigger, better, and, most importantly, different things. Still, when it came to life in the forest, you just never know what (or who) might lie behind the next tree.
The morning ticked on. The forest was warming up. The high-pitched twirpy daytime birds chirped on and gossiped about this and that. Tiny-but-massive colonies of ants went about their small-but-big business, fetching food and building cities. And then, every now and then, like a random breeze, an unseen critter could be heard scampering across some nearby crunchy fallen leaves, startling poor Ginny and Bruce.
Still, for the most part, things weren’t all that bad. In fact, it was a good chance for Ginny and Bruce to better get to know each other.
“How did you end up on your own at that mango tree anyway?” asked Ginny. “I thought bats lived in groups? At dusk, I always see great big flocks of you guys up in the sky, cruising like storm clouds.”
“Desperation, I guess,” said Bruce. “We have been having trouble finding food lately. When we spread out, we can cover more ground.”
“It seems like everyone has been struggling of late,” said Ginny.
Frowning, Bruce nodded in agreement.
“Where do you normally live?” asked Ginny.
“We have a cave near the bottom of that mountain,” said Bruce, gesturing off into the distance.
“That’s a long flight,” said Ginny. “We need to get you rested up.”
Saying that, Ginny now spotted her home just ahead of them.
Her walk changed and she started to make an effort to step on the leaves rather than the dirt.
“Avoid the dirt if you can,” she told Bruce. “Stepping on the leaves helps to hide our tracks.”
Bruce did as instructed, still unsure what it was they were moving towards.
In front of them there was a large and dense shrub. The leaves were dark green and lush.
“Here we are,” said Ginny.
Ginny walked up to a particular spot in the shrub where the leaves were loose. She stepped forward into the green and the shrub gently ate her up.