The Guinea Pig was Airborne 🐹💨
New Story Whale chapter…
Howdy!
I hope your week has been going swimmingly.
It’s time for a new chapter in our unnamed little series about a fruit bat named Bruce and a guinea pig named Ginny.
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Now please do enjoy today’s new chapter.
Teeth clenched shut on the fox’s big bristly tail, Ginny was holding on for dear life. Flinging from side to side, she was barely holding on.
The overwhelmed and panicked fox began chasing after his own tail, spinning and spinning and spinning in a tight little circle, like a tornado of fluff, never quite reaching the parasitic fur ball that had latched onto him like a irremovable bur.
Eventually, in the cyclonic chaos, Ginny’s grip faltered. And so she was gone. It were as if she was launched from a catapult. Through the air she went, Frank and Bruce watching on.
Finally, a tree trunk cut her flight short. Crunch!
As far as the furious fox knew, the fruit bat didn’t even exist anymore. Frank had eyes for only one — the darn ginger fur ball that had chomped into his tail.
It turns out that clonking head first into a tree trunk is more effective than any bedtime story. Lying flat on her back, Ginny was momentarily fast asleep.
Eager for his revenge, the fox closed in on her, nothing in his way.
Bruce had to act now. He leapt into the air and rapidly closed the gap between himself and the fox. He stretched out his wings as if he was going for a big hug and then latched onto the fox’s face, covering his eyes like a great big blindfold.
Once again, quite understandably if we’re being honest, the fox went into a frenzy and started bucking like an enraged bull.
The blinded fox rolled onto his back and squirmed like a worm. Bruce was getting hit against the ground, struggling to hold on.
For a moment Bruce’s hold slipped and the fox launched him away with a mighty flick of his head.
Frank had had enough. He just wanted to have his little guinea pig dinner and go to bed to lick his wounds.
As he closed in, Ginny was still in the process of waking up from her untimely slumber.
Watching what was unfolding, Bruce picked himself up off the ground. He took off with a sharp flap and flew low towards the action. He cut in front of the fox and grabbed Ginny by the scruff with his bottom claws.
Frank pounced while he still had a chance. If the forest had a slow motion switch for dramatic purposes, that switch would toggle right about now.
Frank launched through the air with his vampiric fangs sticking out. Moments from disaster, Bruce lifted Ginny clear.
The guinea pig was airborne.
Bruce climbed up into the air and away from the feverish fox below, holding on tight to his very precious guinea pig cargo. The fox was frantically jumping after them, chomping thin air.
Bruce and Ginny were in the clear…