🐋 New Story Whale Chapter! 🐋 Bruce and Ginny are back! 🦇 🐹
Ginny and Bruce have almost made it to the strawberries 🍓
Happy Holidays! 🥳
I hope you’ve been enjoying the holiday season! Here’s to a happy new year ahead!
Also, a big thank you for all of the Story Whale support this year. Your kind messages mean the world! Feeling very fortunate to have any readers in this very VERY busy world of ours.
If you’ve missed any chapters, you can find the full series here:
Thanks for stopping by.
Enjoy!
Bruce found a low branch to land on and catch his breath. He and Ginny looked up towards the roof of trees above them. They were searching for any signs of the eagle, scanning for any little bit of movement.
The leaves above them swayed softly with the breeze, a twinkle of sunlight shining through.
The eagle was nowhere to be seen.
Both Bruce and Ginny’s hearts were still racing out of their chests. The rapid beat was the main thing that either of them could hear. Otherwise, the forest was quiet.
Despite the fear, Bruce was relieved to have a break from flying and carrying Ginny. His injured wing was aching. The chase had made everything so much sorer.
He was exhausted, physically and emotionally.
“That was incredible!” said Ginny, breaking the silence.
Bruce looked across to find a great big smile on Ginny’s face.
“My heart is like a drum!” she said. “Da-dum, da-dum, da-dum! I’ve never felt so alive!”
Bruce was in shock.
“You were fantastic!” said Ginny.
“Really?” said Bruce.
“Of course!” said Ginny. “That eagle was as fast as lightning and you whooped them!”
“Barely,” said Bruce.
“You’re too modest!” said Ginny.
Bruce blushed.
“We should keep moving,” he said. “That eagle might come back and find a way through the branches. How much further?”
“Not much further now,” said Ginny. “We’re almost at the mountain.”
Bruce braced his wing, ready for take-off. He picked Ginny up and they left the branch behind.
Bruce didn’t want to risk it up in the open sky. He kept low among the trees, weaving between branches. Better safe than sorry. He didn’t feel like playing tag with another eagle.
They carried on through the forest towards the not-so-far mountains in the distance. As they flew, they found themselves surrounded by a malnourished forest. Just like back home, food was in short supply here.
The afternoon settled in around them. Finally, they reached the base of the mountain.
“The strawberries should be close now,” said Ginny. “They should be very close.”
Bruce sniffed the air. Fruit bats have a keen sense of smell. Their noses are made for sniffing out sweet fruits.
At first, his nostrils weren’t catching anything of special interest. So on they went, searching the mountain. He then caught a wisp of it — of strawberries!
“I can smell them!” he said.
Bruce took a sudden sharp turn. Ginny had to hold on tight!
Bruce followed his nose through the mountain forest, eventually finding the treasure trove of strawberries that Ginny had spoken of.
They landed among the strawberries and took a moment to soak in what they were seeing. A forest of Rudolph-nosed strawberries all around them.
They could finally eat. And maybe, if everything went to plan, everyone back home could finally eat too.