Alighting with a Brunswick part 4

Edward awoke to a heart wrenching noise. *BOOOM*"Hunters!" He wailed in his mind.

When Edward had first met the pheonix, he did as much study as he could about them. He then learned that when the pheonix is young it lays 10 eggs, but only one of them has a baby pheonix in it. When a pheonix is minutes before death,

they egnite their eggs , this is the way the eggs hatches and the bird gets the magical powers.

Edward looked up just in time to see the great pheonix, fall towards the meadow. He ran down the hill as fast as he could. Catching the creature in his arms. A bullet had gone through her left wing. He hurdled back up the hill, over branches and stones, that lay scatterd all over his path. He heard angry voices proceeding him, with every step. The pheonix was not yet gone when he reached the nest. The bird knew, and let out a weak huff of flame to the nest. "I hope that was enough!" wailed Edward. He looked into the eyes of his dear friend, he saw a longing to live a few hours more. A thought struck him. He heard angry voiced beings coming closer. He jumped into a high branch, which led into a secret bridge he had built himself, high above the ground. When he reached the bridge he stopped to rest for a moment, and peered down at the clearing below. He saw his pursuers, and immediately was shaking all over. For below him were the two ugliest Doongags he had ever seen.

Not faraway in the cottage, a frightened man jumped out of his skin.

Mr. Brunswick surprised to have himself scared of a little girl's voice. "Perkins!" she called.

Mr.Brunswick was startled to feel the object he was concealing in his coat was begining to rattle and wiggle. Mr.Brunswick was thinking fast, he swiftly tore open the door, flung the cat outside, and threw his fluff covered coat on the ottoman above. The moment he had released his grip on the cat it let out a wild screech. He then heard the cat's name called once more, and Daneil appeared. "Exuse me, Sir Bruns-- I mean Mr.Brunswick, have you seen Perkins? I want to fling him out the door!" She said with a frown on her face. "Now there are two things I don't understand about this sittuation." He began, "For one thing, why are you scrunching up your pretty littul' face? The other was why would you want to throw a cat out the door?" She thanked him for the complement, and explained that the little rascal had taken the yarn off her knitting project. Then interuppting the conversation they both heard a familiar voice from the kitchen. "A message to the house: Breakfeast is waiting!"

Alighting with a Brunswick Part 3

A humbled Edward slumped into his hiding place, within the trees.
He tumbled into his normal perch, above the ground on a low branch.
He brushed back a few small branches to see his friend's nest of twigs.
"I hope you don't make as many mistakes as I have, when YOU come into the world."
He whimpered to the smallest of the eggs. He rested back into his old position of his branch,
and fell into a deep sorrowful sleep.

As the joyfilled trio of Daneil , Nick, and Peter tumbled into the fresh warm smell of the cottage, a small unknown row was in full force, in the rentroom above. A middle-aged man of 44 was frustrated with Perkins, the cat. He was working on a small box when the green-eyed creature flung itself onto his desk to catch a yarnball. The yarnball then twirled around the cat, and the box, winding the two together, in a tangled mob. It did not take the cat long to free itself, with it's retractable claws; but for Mr.Brunswick to get the box out was a different story. "Oh, that feind of a animal! What a nuisance!" Perkins answer with a supeirior whiff of his tail over Mr. Brunswick's nose. Which tickled his nose in such a way, that it made him sneeze. That was all Mr.Brunswick was going to take. "Out with you!" he cried, grabbing the cat. With one swift jesture, he opened the door and flung the cat into the hall. The cat landed perfectly on the ottoman. "The RASCAL!"said an angered Mr.Brunswick, trying to unwind the box from the yarn.
When he had found his composure, he used his pocket knife to slice the pieces off his box.
When his task was completed, he delicately placed his position on his desk. He then walked out the door to see Perkins on the ottoman, very still, very quiet. "Oh no!" Thought Mr.Brunswick. "Did I really throw him that hard?" He then wrapped the cat into his coat and decended quickly down the stairs. Just as Mr.Brunswicks' hand was on the doorknob of the back door, he heard a familiar, but unwanted voice. "Perkins! Here kitty,kitty,kitty!" whitsled Daneil. Mr.Brunswick felt his stomach turn.

TO BE CONTINUED...

PHYSICS PROJECT

Hey Readers,(OR Hannah)


Even though this is not a story I neeeeeeeeed to use it for a physics project.

I hope it works!!

Smiley

Alighting with a Brunswick Part 2

Danielle was playing a game of hide and seek with her dog Shepherd, who loved those sorts of games.

The fluffy Austrailian Shepard suddenly stopped and made a low growl. Danielle startled from this interupption was feeling her hairs prick. She slowly turned her shaking body toward the direction Shep was growling. She turned to see a very distressed pheonix, fluttering about.

Danielle climbed up in a dogwood to get closer to the great bird, and saw a nest filled with 10 chicks. She began stroking the infants, and as soon as she did the peonix took off down the hill. "Come back!" She cried thinking the bird would leave for good. In her rush she tripped and tumbled down the hill after the pheonix. Danielle stopped rolling to see her brother Nick, her cousin Pete, and a boy she did not know. The boy seemed to be trying to take away their sticks. As soon as the boy realized what happened he apologized, and walked back up the hill, with the pheonix perched on his shoulder. "Danny?!" cried the two surprised boys. "What are you doing here?" wondered Pete. After she explained the mistake they marked the happening as nothing, and continued as before. Poor Edward had felt ashamed again, and went to be with his only friend. "We should be getting back to the lane, Nick." remarked Pete. "I agree. Aunt Lucinda will be in an outrage if we miss breakfeast.

Now there is something you should know about the family. Nick still remembers when he was very young when he awoke early in the morning to a sound. He saw his father leave a note on his mother's bedside, and his father walk out the door. Three hours later his mother awoke, read the note and ran out the door. He saw her go to the little row boat and go out to sea, never to return. Nick and baby Daniel were then put in Uncle Job and Aunt Lucinda's care, so Nick's cousin, Peter was like a brother to him.

Pete and Nick went on again by slashing the wind with their 'swords.'

As the delighted trio ran along back to the lane, Aunt Lucinda watched them approach from a window. "Those boys are so animal like they will over run our little island of Zibic to peices!" She cried in dismay.

Now the island of Zibic was the barrior between the Great Sea, and the Doongag sea. To the east mainland of the Great Sea where the "good ol' " Cothids lived was filled with loving and thoughtful creatures, who had defended the human Zibics and animal Zibics in the war long ago.

To the west was the Doongags, horrid evil beings, and creatures alike but all the same on the inside. Their leader, Gusfack was the worst of them all. For he was a Onwrin, they are two-headed creatures with snouts and horns. To put it lightly they are 'deadly.'

Alighting with a Brunswick Part 1

The dew was fresh and cool on a bright autumn morning.
The trees seemed like they were alive, enjoying the breeze and the rays of the warm sun.
The great pheonix fluttered in the wind, like a runaway kite.
"Take that!" Cried one of two young men whorling his sharpened stick to imitate a sword.
The other smarted back with a : "En guarde!" Pushing his stick through the current of the breeze. "En guard?" Questioned the one, with a inquisitive brow.
"I heard Sir Brunswick say it this morning in his rentroom. He is a very loud snorer, you know." Told the other with a smirk. "PETER! NICOLAS!" The boys shivered for the both knew who it was. "Greetings , Philis. I --" He was cut short of his half of his sentence. "Don't Phillis me! You know you are supposed to call John, MR.BRUNSWICK. Not SIR BRUNSWICK! He is just a gentleman now. Don't repeat his speech if you don't know what it means! Besides you must be back at 2:00 for your lessons," huffed Phillis. She wheeled on her heel and departed.
"Oh, bother!" Remarked Nick. "Sometimes I feel sorry for the man that will marry her."confessed Peter. "Not as sorry as you will be when I defeat you, Pete!" smarted Nick.

The fluttering pheonix descended on a crowded dogwood tree.
Not only did the tree hold a large nest full of the pheonix's chicks, but also the napping spot of a local younger boy. He was always finding his way into mishaps. His only friend the pheonix had been busy taking care of her chicks. Edward began stroking the great creature's feathers. Suddenly the bird perked up her head. Edward stopped to listen. He heard a row below and peeked over the dogwood's highest branch. He saw two figures fighting... FIGHTING WITH SWORDS! " I have to stop them, before one of them regrets it!" The excitement gave a start to him, which wiggled the tree. Before he knew it he was tumbling down the hill toward the swordsmen!

TO BE CONTINUED...

The Barnyard Quarrels CHAPTER 1

One pouring afternoon in the barn, a sinister plot was arizing.

The furious Elvin and his gang of the roughest meanest cats this side of Warner county. At that moment Elvin was so mad with the number of how many mice had gotton into the chicken feed.

A unknown listener plotting as well.

"I wish there were some way we could make peace. Those nasty cats are always picking on us mice." thought the little listener. While the cats were discussing the best way to play with yarn, the little listener decided to make a game while she was waiting for the cats to talk about something more interesting. She balled up a straw of hay, and would see how far she could throw it by hanging on her tail. Her goal was to hit the flower sack, she was not quite close enough. She swung harder, and harder, and harder, until... ''EEEEEEEP!!!" The poor little mouse fell into a ring of cats. "AH, HA! An imposter!!" shouted Texo, the second in leadership of the gang. "OOh, a spetail dilivery meal! How nice!" sneered Quince a lady cat. "What were you doing up there, small fry? Whats your name?"hacked Elvin. "I-I-I was pl-playing a game. I w-wasn't litsening the s-stuff you said about the mice getting the chicken feed-- I-I mean--" squeaked the mouse shakily. "Oh,no you were not listening at all."Elvin said sarcasticly. The whole gang began to chuckle nad cackle. Before Mindy knew what was going on Quince had swooped her up, and was dangling her over her jaws. "Ya see, kid. We can't have ya babbling this news around." snickered Texo. "Have a nice trip!" said Quince. From what it seemed to Mindy a hugeblack hole was opening. But all of the sudden, a furry bridge filled the gap over the hole. Then somebody cried out. "STOP!" As quick as a flash Mindy was back on the ground. "Who saved me?" squeaked the astonished mouse. "We won't do it again, Sam! I promise we won't!" Cried Quince. "Yeah, Honest!" Shouted Texo. Mindy looked up to see the biggest most beautiful Border Collie ever layed eyes on by a mouse."Don't hurt us, Sam. PLEASE?!" screamed Elvin. The deep voiced creature responded with a nod. "Don't let that promise slip your mind." He warned. "I am eternally gratful!"squealed Mindy. The Sam walked off to a tree to go and do his job of watching the sheep. Mindy Fallowed as fast as her little feet could take her.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Call me Blond...verry Blond. Part 3

"What does that dumbo think he is doing?!" cried Tiger's Paw.

"He is trying to run us off the bridge!" recommended Rightmark.

"Everybody HOLD ON!!" Shouted Verry Blond. She swifly fishtailed the car around to face the other direction. "THERE IS A CAR COMING THIS DIRECTION. WE ARE TRAPPED!

And... THE MEN IN THE CAR LOOK A LOT LIKE BOW AND LOUIS!" remarked Tiger's Paw.

The two black sedans surrounded their sports car. "Rightmark,Paw, I have an idea. Buckle up, and press the convertible button on the dashboard. Got it?" whispered Verry. The gentlemen obeyed, then Verry did it herself. Then Verry pushed a coin in the cupholder down, and a small keypad appeared. She punched in a command and within seconds, in each seat a little joysick popped up. The car cover opened up, and suddenly the chairs turned into little flying jets.

"WOAH! When did they start putting THESE into BMWs???" remarked Rightmark.

"Jimmy from the lab put them in. He said they might be helpful, and they sure are!"

said Verry Blond. "We have to get back to headquarters, now that we have the disk." said Tiger's Paw. "Now wait a minute. How did Verry get the disk? We started the mission together. How did she get it?" demanded Rightmark. "Well you see Rightmark--you are going to get mad at us for this but.. when we walked on the same floor of I.M. Bad, we were trying to get caught, so that Verry could swipe the disk off his desk and replace it with a blank one." explained Tiger's Paw. "Uhh.. it is starting to rain. We are gonna have to put the glass shields up and communicate with the radios."Remarked Verry Blond. The trio closed up their little aircrafts, and continued on. "Testing one, two ,three." said Rightmark. That was the signal to now talk only in code over the radio. After a few minutes of "Did you hear about Danny having car trouble?" coded meaning we are almost there, they heard a familiar but unwanted voice. "Alright you three! I have you in my sight! If you don't surrender, I will have to make you come down the hard way!" Cried I.M. Bad.

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