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It’s time for Bruce to find somewhere safe and cosy to rest up
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This is the story of a hungry fruit bat and a hungry guinea pig.
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Bruce briefly paused as Ginny disappeared into the green shrub in front of them. He braced and then stepped forward into the wall of leaves.
Passing through the leafy doorway, the forest was transformed. The large shrub had been hollowed out like a giant homely sea shell, all of the unessential twigs and branches cleared out.
The sun glowed through the loose leaves above and covered everything in a warm pumkin orange.
There was a community of guinea pigs spread out across the very open home. On Bruce’s entry, however, they had all frozen in their tracks, now staring at him in quiet shock.
“Everyone, meet Bruce,” Ginny announced.
Bruce tried a smile, but they all remained as still as tree trunks, eyes big and wide like goldfish.
An older guinea pig with wrinkles on his face and streaks of grey fur stepped forward from the stillness and spoke directly to Ginny.
“Ginny, can I please speak with you in private?”
Ginny’s shoulders dropped like a grumpy child.
The two went together to a quieter part of the shrub, leaving Bruce to stand awkwardly alone in the open.
Gradually, movement cautiously resumed as the guinea pigs went about their chores and errands. They were still keeping their distance though, always with one eye on Bruce as they moved around him.
He tried to give a friendly smile, but they were too spooked.
Ginny walked away with the elder guinea pig to have their chat.
“He won’t need to stay for long, George,” pleaded Ginny. “It’s his wing.”
George looked back at the bat standing near the shrub’s entrance and saw him smiling at the passing guinea pigs, a look of embarassment in between each smile.
“Bats are big enough to swoop up guinea pigs,” said George. “What if he tells other bats where we are?”
“He won’t,” said Ginny.
“This is a forest full of hungry animals,” said George. “Now more than ever.”
“He saved me,” said Ginny. “That’s how he got the injury. We were attacked by a fox.”
“This is exactly why I tell you not to go too far from home on your own,” said George, fatherly frustration in his voice.
“I know,” said Ginny. “And I’m sorry. But who knows where I’d be right now if it wasn’t for him? Probably in a fox’s belly!”
She looked towards Bruce.
“He needs rest,” she said. “Some time to heal.”
The elder guinea pig looked at the silly young fruit bat with his injured wing dangling awkwardly by his side.
“Bring him here,” he said.
Ginny’s face lit up and she rushed over to Bruce.
She got to him and told him, “Come and meet George. You’re going to be allowed to stay.”
Bruce felt a sigh of relief. The two of them made their way over to George.
Geroge’s face warmed.
“My name’s George,” he said. “Thank you for helping Ginny. She’s good at finding trouble.”
“It was nothing,” said Bruce. “She saved me just as much as I saved her.”
“Well, thank you,” said George. “Now, we’ll be happy to have you for a while until you’re feeling up to flying. But I want you to know we only have so much food and we can’t bring attention to the shrub. It can’t be for too long.”
“Thank you,” said Bruce. “I will get going as soon as I can.”
George smiled once more.
At that moment, a bright whistle sounded out across the shrub. The elder guinea pig’s ears pricked up and his eyes went extra big.
“Time to run!” said George excitedly. “Ginny will help you get settled in.”
Just like that, George turned away and ran.
Similar action was going on all over the shrub.
The guinea pigs were all running around the edge of the shrub. They weren’t chasing anything. They weren’t running from anything. They were just doing laps.
Bruce looked back to Ginny to ask her one of the many questions on his mind. Except she was gone too, running the same lap as all of the other guinea pigs.