If this is your first time visiting my blog you will find the beginning of my first story here.
THE STORY SO FAR…
What happened was I heard this noise. I had never heard anything like it before and it’s really hard to describe so this might not make sense but the best I can say is that it was a bit like an animal screaming quietly.
It was such an unusual sound that it crossed my mind that it could be the sound of witches. Maybe witches whispering. But I wasn’t sure, it got louder and louder and that’s when I realized it was coming from a tangle of briars in the far corner of the field
I looked across and all of a sudden, something came slinking out from under briars. I realized it was The Far-Away Fox and it was staring straight across at me. The noise I heard wasn’t a witch whispering at all. I have heard that noise once before when I was walking in the Witchy Woods.
The sound was a fox bark, or an ‘alarm bark’ which is a screeching, barking noise a fox makes when it thinks its cubs could be in danger. Like all mothers, the fox is very protective of her children and this noise is loud enough to frighten away any predators.
The fox probably thought I was a predator and it made a run towards a large rock in the centre of the field and then paused for a second to snatch something up from the ground. She clamped her sharp teeth around it. I couldn’t make out what it was.
FOX ON THE HUNT
I could see that the fox was so fast when it was on the hunt and it made me start worrying. Maybe the fox did take poor old Raggy away to eat? One thing I knew was that if Raggy went to the fox that was it. We would never see the poor rabbit again – ever.
I couldn’t sleep that night, thinking of all the horrible things that could have happened to the Raggy rabbit. Being made into a witch’s stew would be horrible, being eaten by a fox would be even more horrible, so I just had to hope that Raggy had run away to join his country cousins.
The more I thought about that, the more I thought it was probably true. You might say it’s wishful thinking but maybe not, after all, if I was locked up in a garden with nobody only the two Miss Parrots to play with I’d probably run away as well. I kept my fingers crossed that’s what happened.
MISS PARROT TWITTERS
The next day, I was in the back garden trying to think about how to tell Miss Parrot about Raggy, when the doorbell rang. I heard my Mother answering the door and then I heard Miss Parrot’s voice twittering away all happy and chirpy.
I stayed where I was because I knew poor Miss Parrot wouldn’t be happy and chirpy for long – not when she heard the news about Raggy.
You can find out what happened when Miss Parrot heard the news by clicking here for episode 13.
Or, if you want to start reading from the very beginning, you can click here.