New Story Whale Chapter: Fly You Fools!
A new chapter in the story of a fruit bat and guinea pig up against the world...
Howdy!
We’re back. Time for Chapter Six.
If you’re new here, this is the story of a fruit bat named Bruce and a guinea pig named Ginny who are making their way through the longest night of their lives.
The chapter list is getting long! I will make a new special tab for the series soon.
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Unsurprisingly, going airborne well and truly snapped Ginny out of her temporary daze.
Waking up a few feet into the air (and climbing higher by the second) was a startling experience for a guinea pig to go through. It would be startling for most creatures really. Thankfully, though, Ginny was a quick and calm thinker — an extraordinarily helpful temperament combination.
Awake now, she steadied her mind before her body could react and panic.
Instinct told her she was in safe hands (well, safe claws).
Ginny looked down below at the frantically yapping fox who had intended her to be his dinner. If she had had the energy, she would have loved to stick out her tongue and call out a final, “Eat my dust!”
Frank meanwhile was beginning to have some trouble. He had injured in his wing in all of the mayhem and was now feeling a deep sting with every flap. He wasn’t going to be able to stay in the air much longer, especially considering the fluffy luggage he was carrying along with him. He needed to find somewhere to land. Urgently.
The pain was quickly getting worse. Frank spotted a half-decent branch and took his chance.
He plopped Ginny down as gently as he could and then staggered down for a clunky landing beside her.
Blessed to feel a firm surface beneath her feet, Ginny hopped up and rushed over to Bruce.
“Are you ok?” she asked, worry in her voice.
Bruce grimaced a smile. “Yeah, I’m alright.”
The yips and yaps could still be heard from the fox below.
Ginny looked down and saw the fox still loitering by the base of the tree, tail bristled, kicking up dirt like an angry bull. In that moment, another fox was entering the arena, joining the hunt. It were as if they somehow knew Ginny and Bruce were stuck where they were.
“How’s your head?” asked Frank.
“My mind is still a little fuzzy,” said Ginny. “Like I’ve had too much honey.”
She checked Bruce for a closer look at his injury. He was trying to steady it, but his wing was trembling.
The night had fully settled in now. The birds had gone to sleep and the only sound left was that of the dreadful, howling taunts of the foxes below…
Safe-ish in their tree, Bruce and Ginny’s hearts finally settled.
“It’s Bruce, right?” asked Ginny.
“Yeah,” he said.
“Well, I owe you a thank you,” said Ginny.
“That’s ok,” said Bruce. “I owe you one as well.”
The foxes were still howling at the bottom of the tree.
“They sound hungry,” said Bruce.
“Too bad, too sad,” said Ginny. “Everyone in this forest is hungry.”
“Do you think foxes hold grudges?” asked Bruce.
“I know I hold grudges,” said Ginny, glaring down at them. “What do you think fox tastes like?”
“Not as nice as rotten mango,” said Bruce glumly.
There was a moment of pause.
“Are you ok to fly?” Ginny asked.
He moved his wing but instantly winced in pain.
“You would be able to sneak off that way,” said Bruce. “The branches would hold your weight.”
“I’ll stick around for now.”