Chapter 12. Our Island

Chapter Twelve

Our Island

April 28th

As the sun slowly creeps over the horizon, I see the island. It is round, but it is bordered with huge red and gold cliffs. They are covered in small grass covered ledges. At the base of these cliffs, there is fine golden sand. A waterfall flows off the cliffs, and runs along a bed of smooth golden pebbles until it gets to the sea. Low tide reveals more golden sand, and a trail of smooth red and gold stepping stones, which lead out to a larger rock, which I think must show at high tide as well. Then I turn to look at the top of the island. In the very centre, there is a tall tower made out of precariously balancing red and gold boulders. It is surrounded by more fine, golden sand. The top of the island is covered in dense forest. This, I decide will be our new home.

I wake up everyone else, and we get ready for a long day.

It reminds me of when Daddy renovated!” Says Gryffon. Then we all start to climb the cliffs.

On the way, I raid several seagull nests, for me, Lil, Clary, Wilfred and Honeybee. The eggs are hard to get. Wilfred shouts at the seagulls to get them off the ledges, then I quickly dive in to get the eggs. Once, the neighbouring seagull (who already has chicks) catches me at, and decides that I would be a good breakfast for her newly hatched chicks. She grabs me in her claws, about to tear me into pieces, when the other seagull returns, and crashes straight into her. She lets me go, and tries to find more prey for her chicks to eat.

When we get to the top, the first thing that has to happen is finding a home. We travel all over the huge, round island, and finally, we find a large cave in the base of the balancing tower in the middle of the island. It has small branches, and enough rooms that we can each have one bedroom. It also has a storage room, a kitchen, a dining room and the room that we spend most of our time inside in, the room with all Wilfred’s comfy cushions, all of my leftover blankets and mattresses, a few home made squishy armchairs, some beanbags, a rug… Just anything that can make our house comfy and warm. We install lights, to brighten it up a bit, and add paintings and pictures on the walls. We frequently travel to the floating tip, and collect everything that we think will be useful.

I help Autumnbird make a fleet of rafts, all of them just like Wavebreaker. We name one Sea Eagle, one Sprayglider, one Albatross, and one Bluewave. Albatross and Wavebreaker are built for long sea journeys, while Bluewave, Sea Eagle and Sprayglider specialise in short trips, like to the floating tip and back.

I decide to be part of the boat crew, (which consists of me, Lil, Honeybee, Springleaf, Sunflash and Wilfred,) who travel once a month to the closest Human populated land. (Which is about four nights away.) There, we steal food from stores, and load it all onto Albatross until there’s no more room in the cargo shelves. Then we sail back, with supplies of food that will last us at least another month.

After more exploration of the island, we discover that the stream actually flows in a loop around the island, then joins together, and flows off.

There is plenty of food for all of us, including the vegetarians. We scavenge food from the floating tip, but the best stuff comes from the island itself. The trees grow macadamia, mangos and coconuts. I love all of it. I use the coconut shells as decoration in my room, and I have collected a secret stash of mangos. I eat them whenever I feel hungry. We are very happy, and I feel that the interesting part of our story is over at last.

The End! (Finally.)

I hope you liked my story!

Chapter 11. Some Recruits for our Gang

Chapter Eleven

Some Recruits for our Gang

April 19th

Coming round the corner, there is a huge raft. It is filled with two wallabies, three sugar gliders, and two New Holland mice.

Oh! Hello there!” says a cheery young mouse. “In case you’re wondering why we’re here-” An older mouse shushes her up.

Shh, Sunflash! We still don’t know whether they’re spies for the cats or not!”

Spies for the cats?” Pipes up a sugar glider sceptically. “With Deadeyes as their leader, they’d kill and eat the poor creatures right away!”

True.” Says the older mouse. “By the way, I’m Autumnbird.”

Buttergrass” says the oldest sugar glider.

Fernflower!” Says the older wallaby.

I’m Springleaf.” Says the other wallaby, bowing comically and holding out a paw. “How do you do?” We all laugh.

I think you already know, but I’m Sunflash.”

I’m Basil” Says another sugar glider.

And I’m very naughty, so I don’t want to introduce myself!” Says the only sugar glider left. Then he runs off, and leaps into the water.

That’s Gryffon! He’s really cheeky, especially when we have guests!” Buttergrass leaps up.

Gryffon! Oh, you little demon! Come back here right this second!” Gryffon regretfully doggy paddles back to the raft.

Now we’re all here, we can tell you how we got here!” says Fernflower. “Springleaf can tell you!”

It all started quite a while back. A patrol of cats took Gryffon, and we, of course, went after him. There used to be more of us…All of them except one strangers. We were captured, and all the strangers… They were put into Rat Stew…”(I gulp. Now I know what that red sauce was made out of!) “And I think my best friend Lil was too.” Lil had been staring at Springleaf for quite a while. Then she jumps up. “Springleaf! It’s me, Lil! I didn’t get put in the Rat Stew! I’m right here!!!”

Lil? Lil!! I’m sorry I didn’t recognise you sooner! Lil! It’s so great to see you again! By the way, do you want to hear the rest of the story? I was enjoying telling it to you!”

Why not? Get going, Springleaf!”

Okay! Well, then the cats got taken by some Humans. We managed to get out through the bars, and then we didn’t like it in town because there were too many cats! So we built this raft, then came here!”

Ummm… Can we join you?”

Sure!” We all climb aboard.

The next morning, I wake up, and find that I am yet again the first person awake. I overturn the raft to wake my friends up. Lil is the first. She shakes off all the water on her.

Stanley, your body clock must have gone berserk.” Once everyone is awake, we decide to forage through the driftwood, and see what useful things we can find. I take a large area far away from the raft. I look in all the boxes. In one, there are a few balls of string, and in another, loads and loads of wool. I am silently thankful that Granny taught me how to knit and sew before she died. I make a small floating platform out of planks, and start knitting a blanket. When it’s done, I find a box of old Human clothes, and a pair of scissors. I start sewing more blankets, of many sizes and shapes. Once I have sewn twenty, I find some stuffing, and make several large mattresses. Then I grab a couple of planks, and use them as paddles. I row back to the main raft. Lil is already there.

Stanley! Let’s wait till all the others get back, and then we can see what everyone found!”

An hour later, everyone is back. First to share their load are Lil and Clary.

We found this!” Clary empties a box of nails onto the deck. Next are Springleaf and Fernflower. They dump armfuls of planks onto the deck. Autumnbird and Sunflash add two hammers, some more planks, and an old slice of cheese. Sunflash takes the hammer and a few nails and planks, and starts to enlarge our raft. Next, Wilfred empties out a box of cushions. Buttergrass, Basil and Gryffon step forward, carrying between them three boxes. One is full of nuts, another filled with dried fruit, and yet another topped up with carrots, capsicum and cucumber. Honeybee puts down more planks, a long pole, and a large cloth. Finally, I step onto deck, dragging my pile of mattresses and blankets with me. Then I row my raft to Sunflash, and she hammers it in, chanting an ancient mouse song as she works.

Be a mouse,

Pick off a louse,

Live in the forest but don’t go near a house!

Pick those peas,

Eat that cheese,

Swim in the lake and swing in the trees!”

Where did you learn that song?!”

Mouse school. At school camp, we sung it around the camp fire while eating apple and apricot tarts, topped with mint cream! Ah, the happy days! But then, of course, the cats came…You know what happened next.” I walk away, then notice that something is happening in the middle of the raft. I wander over. Springleaf, Lil and Honeybee are trying to hoist a huge pole upright.

Lend a paw, will you?!” Asks Lil. I grab one side, and we all lift the pole up. Basil and Buttergrass start to nail it to the deck, while Gryffon runs around stealing nails. When the mast is well and truly hammered in, me and Honeybee climb up the mast, and add a sail, made out of my best blanket. Then we walk over to Autumnbird, Sunflash and Wilfred, who are constructing a sheltered hut in the middle of the deck. We join in, hammering planks into the deck. Autumnbird breaks off, and starts making a door. Two hours later, it is finally done. I drag a mattress inside. The hut is just big enough too fit mattresses for everyone. Then we dump blankets all over. Wilfred brings in his cushions too use as pillows.

The whole crew of our new boat stay up late too decide the name for our new boat. At eleven o’clock on the dot, we finally decide to call it Wavebreaker. Springleaf writes the name on the sail,then we all stumble inside the shelter hut, and collapse, fast asleep.

I wake up, at about half past one. The first thing I become aware of is the boat’s stillness. I get up. The stars are still twinkling happily in the velvet sky. Then I see why the boat has stopped. We have hit land! I try to get back to sleep, but I can’t. So instead, I go outside, and lie on my back, watching the stars. After a few hours, the first rays of sun creep over the horizon, illuminating the island for the first time.

Chapter 10. The Endless Sea

Chapter Ten

The Endless Sea

April 8th

Me, Lil and Honeybee are trapped in a gigantic storm. Yesterday, we were separated from the others by a huge wave. We tried to swim towards them, but it turned out to be the opposite direction. While they rode the gentle waves into calm waters, we swam right into the biggest storm I have ever seen. The waves are like huge grey-blue mountains, some towering so high that I can hardly see the top of them. A bolt of white hot lightning flashes down from the dark sky, answered almost immediately with the deep, growling rumble of thunder. Huge hailstones rain down on my unprotected back. A giant wave pulls me under, and I bob back to the surface, gasping for air, only to be dragged back into the depths by yet another monster wave. Something nudges my foot, and I open my mouth to yell, filling my gasping lungs with water. The urge for oxygen is taking over. I try to struggle back to the surface, but fail. My burning lungs plead for air. I’m about to drown. Just as the darkness is about to close in on me, a strange thought comes into my head. If I die now, Bloodfur won’t be able to get revenge! (Of course, she probably won’t be able to get revenge anyway. Last I saw her, she was first course for a shark’s dinner.) I sink down with a sigh. Everything goes black.

The first thing I hear when I wake up is Honeybee.

Stanley! You really scared us! We thought you were dead-”

Until you spewed up all of that water directly onto the top of my head-”

Lil! You can’t blame Stanley for that! He was unconscious!”

Anyway, he still needs care. And air.”

True.” I listen to this conversation, still to weak to join in.

Stanley, how are you?” Asks Honeybee. All I manage is a feeble cough.

There there, Stanley. Go to sleep.”

When I wake up again, I have just enough strength to soak in my surroundings. We are still in the middle of the ocean, but we seem to have stopped on a huge sandbank, which has a tiny, tree covered island barely big enough to accommodate me, Lil and Honeybee in the middle. Lil gently passes me a hot cup of lemon ginger tea.

Drink this. It will help you feel better.” I obey, soaking the warmth into my shivering body. Then I close my eyes, and fall yet again into a deep, long healing sleep.

When I wake next, I feel like myself again. I shake my sore muscles, and dive into the water around the sandbank to cool off. Only then do I realise that the sun has only just appeared above the horizon. Lil stumbles sleepily onto the tiny beach.

I see you’re up and well then. We will get going tomorrow.”

We spend the rest of the day packing for our journey. Lil and Honeybee try to chop up some trees to make a raft, but all they manage to get is a small log, barely big enough for me to sit on. I pack two bags full of lemons, three bags of fresh herbs, two bags of ginger, a bag of cinnamon bark, and three bags of water. We stuff them into a hollow log, (Well, not really a log. It’s more like a stick.) then, since all of our packing is done, we decide to play around the sandbank. Lil thinks she saw a shark, but I think it was just a big fish. Finally, at sunset, we stumble back to our makeshift beds, and collapse into them, ready for a good, long sleep.

The next morning, I get up early. Lil and Honeybee are still asleep, so I decide to pour handfuls of freezing sea water over them to rouse them. Lil stretches her legs.

Okay, okay. We’re getting up.” I pour some more water over her. Honeybee opens her eyes, then leaps up.

Stanley! Lil! Let’s get going!”

Alright.” Says Lil. “Where’s the log?”

I’ll get it!” I say. I race over to the corner of the island, grab the log, and drag it back to Lil and Honeybee.

Great!” Says Honeybee. “Let’s get going!” We dump the log in the water, hold onto it with our front paws, and paddle like mad with our back ones. Soon, we are out of the sandbank. We paddle into open sea for breakfast, which is a third of a lemon each, and a few handfuls of sea lettuce. Lil licks the salt from her paws, then steals the rest of my sea lettuce.

Yum! Food tastes absolutely AMAZING when you’re starving!”

You’re not paying attention! While you were talking about food, I spotted something that looks like land on the horizon!” Says Honeybee.

Land! Really!?” Lil stares at Honeybee.

Go see for yourself!” Lil looks towards the horizon, and there actually is a dark smudge that looks like land!

Paddle, everyone! Paddle, paddle, paddle!” I shout. Lil, Honeybee and I are now paddling like mad beasts towards the smudge on the horizon. After a couple of hours, our legs start to tire, and Lil announces that it is officially lunchtime. I reach into the herbs bag, and make a small salad with lemon dressing. It is just big enough for each of us to have a small serving. Lil thoughtfully sprinkles shreds of sea lettuce over her salad. When she catches me staring in disgust at the stuff, she tells me that just because I don’t like it, it doesn’t mean that she doesn’t. Later, she sprinkles large amounts of sea lettuce on my leftovers, and when I say that I don’t want it, she scoffs the remains. Honeybee tries to talk over a huge mouthful of salad.

Dish shalad ish dewishosh! Anyun ‘ave ‘eftoversh?”

No.” Says Lil. “And even if I did, I wouldn’t give ‘em to ya, ya greedy overstuffed eating machine!”

Gweedy? Overshtuffed? I’sh cawl you de gweedy, overshtuffed ‘un ‘ere!”

Yeah, but you’re still the eating machine!” We paddle onwards.

The next morning, we reach the smudge. It’s not land. In fact, it’s actually a patch of driftwood, fishing nets, planks, old boxes…just the general flotsam that floats around, left over from a flood. Then Honeybee spots a battered old freezer. Lil leaps over, tearing it open. I walk over, using a few planks as stepping stones. The freezer is full of food! There are slices of cheese, bags of apples, tubs of yoghurt, bottles of milk…seemingly endless food! We disassemble a fishing net, and attach the pieces together, until we have a sort of long rope. Honeybee ties one end to the freezer, and the other to our log.

Yes! Now we’re done, let’s keep on looking for the others!” Shouts Lil. At that moment, we hear a noise from the other side of the patch.

Hey! Something over there’s moving!”

Let’s paddle towards it!” I almost shout with joy. It’s the others! We start paddling towards the spot where I heard the shouts, and finally, they come into view. The vessel that our friends have created is similar to ours in many ways, but a bit different. It has the same log base, but it also has a log at the back attached to the one at the front on both sides with a long rope made out of fishing net. Not bothering about the water, me and Lil half swim, half run towards them.

Wilfred! It’s so good to see you again!!!”

Oh Stanley! I missed you so much! When we saw that storm on the horizon, we thought you were dead!”

Clary! I was so, so worried! How were you?”

Me and Wally played a lot of hide and go seek!”

Oh you little brat!” Lil and Clary embrace each other. I look back at Honeybee, who seems to be muttering about overexcited rats.

Well, let’s get going!” Says Mrs Wombat. At that moment, we hear voices around the corner of a huge box.

Who goes there?!”

Chapter 9. All Overboard

Chapter Nine

All Overboard

March 30th

FREEEEEEE!” The animals cry as they stream out of their cages and up onto top deck. I hear a splash as the first one leaps overboard. I wish I could do that right now, but first, there’s someone I have to find. Me and Honeybee race into the corridor, paw in paw.

Wilfred? Lil?” I call softly. “Clary?” No answer. “WILFRED! LIL! WALLY! CLARY! MR WOMBAT! MRS WOMBAT! WHERE ARE YOU?!”

Suddenly, I hear a hissing from behind us. It’s the cats!

Ooh, ratty ratty! It looks like we’re having wombat ice cream and badger stir fry as well as Rat Stew! Yum!” It’s Bloodfur, who is followed by the sinister Deadeyes. He throws a large net over me and Honeybee. There are iron weights all over it, and they appear to be shaped like knife blades.

Yes! Turn around, rat, or face the consequences!” Deadeyes snarls. I slowly turn around. Then I see. It’s Wilfred, Mr Wombat, Clary, Wally, Mr wombat and Lil. And they are tied up, gagged, bound to sticks, and covered in the same nets that me and Honeybee are smothered in.

WILFRED!” I cry. Deadeyes glares at me, and Wilfred glances pleadingly at me, trying to tell me not to talk. I ignore him. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY FRIENDS, YOU FILTHY, COWARDLY IDIOT!?” I shout. Deadeyes lunges at me.

That’s it.” He growls. “Bloodfur, you have a score to settle with this rat. Get him out of my sight.”

Yes Master! Right away, Master!”

TAKE HIM! NOW!” Bloodfur clamps her jaws around my neck, (purposely digging her teeth in,) and drags me away. The last thing I hear before I am dragged away is Honeybee, Wilfred, Mr Wombat, Wally, Mrs Wombat, Clary and Lil, shouting together.

STAAAAAANLEEEY!”

I am taken into an empty room.

Let’s get even!” Hisses Bloodfur. She bears down on me, her teeth bared. I crawl away. “OH NO YOU DON”T!” Bloodfur pounces. She is on top of me. I try to kick her with my free back legs, but she is too tough. She grabs me round the throat, in a stranglehold. I wheeze, and gasp for air. Then she pummels me in the stomach, knocking all my remaining breath out. She tears a huge gash in my side, then moves in for the kill. I curl up, ready to die. To torment me, Bloodfur snarls:

I am going to kill you in three, two, one!” Her claw is poised above my heart, just about to plunge in-

BLOODFUR! BRING THE RAT HERE!” It’s Deadeyes. I breath a sigh of relief-then notice that Bloodfur in staring at me venomously.

Well, he didn’t say he wanted you alive, did he?” She scrapes her claw across my chest-

AND JUST IN CASE YOU THINK OF ANY LOOPHOLES, I WANT HIM ALIVE, PLEASE!” I’m amazed! Deadeyes actually acknowledged me as a living thing! And I think that’s the first time he called me him!

Well.” Says Bloodfur. “I’m not done with you yet. I’ll hunt you down. I swear that I will hunt you down until you’re dead!” She snarls bitterly, then grabs me in her jaws, and takes me back to Deadeyes.

I have an announcement to make!” Roars Deadeyes. “The Black, Ginger and Grey Spotted teams have successfully taken over the ship. All the men are overboard!!!” The cheer that follows this almost bursts my eardrums.

YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAH! GO BLACK TEAM! THREE CHEERS FOR GINGER TEAM! HOORAY! HOORAY! HOORAY! GREY SPOTTED TRIUMPHS! Hang on! Raise the SPOTTY flag, I said, not the stripy one! That’s the GREY one, you moron, not the SPOTTY one!”

AS I WAS SAYING!” Roars Deadeyes. The crowd immediately falls silent. “There is a slight problem with the ship. It isn’t floating properly.” I stuff a paw in my mouth to stifle a laugh. I know that the boat is floating properly, and that Deadeyes has very little knowledge of ships. He is about to do something very stupid.

I have decided to put holes in the bottom of the boat! This will obviously make it lighter, and more buoyant!” Finally, I can not hold back my laughter any longer.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Deadeyes glares at me. “What’s so funny, RAT!?”

(Cough cough,) It’s just-(cough) so funny! (Someone get me a drink, please! Cough.)

You and your friends will be making the holes! Start NOW!!!”

Okay! (Cough)!”

We all race down to the bottom of the ship.

How are we meant to make holes with just our paws?” Says Clary.

The wombats will figure it out!” Says Mr Wombat. “Watch this!” The three wombats scrape their paws along the wood. After an hour, they have only made a shallow dent. A cat called Mace pokes her head through the hole in the ceiling.

HURRY UP!” She growls.

Hang on, I think I know how to do it!” Says Honeybee. She hurls herself at the floor, which cracks on impact. She falls through, and icy cold salt water pours through the gap. She clambers out. Mace pokes her head through again.

Time to finish! You sleep on top deck. I’ll show you your…Um…bed.

Our bed turns out to be the bottom of the mast. We are chained to it, and covered in the weighted nets.

It is two in the morning when the water floods in. I feel the boat starting to sink. A plan forms in my mind.

Wilfred, Clary! You try to cut these two knife-weights free with the one on the other side! Once they’re done, Wally can cut this one free, and Mr Wombat can cut away these two! The all of you can cut this net off us, and me, Lil and Honeybee can start to break our chains! Then we can go overboard, and escape!” We immediately start with our jobs.

Lil kicks at the tough iron chains. The water is swirling around my feet.

It’s no good!” I groan. “These chains will never break!”

Wait!” Says Honeybee. “Stanley, lean out, and make the chain in front of Lil straight!” Lil seems to realise what Honeybee wants her to do.

Clary! Pass me one of the big square weights, will ya?!”

Sure, Lil! Here you go!”

Thanks!” Lil hammers at the chains.

Lean out further, Stanley!” Says Honeybee. “That’s it! Lil, try again!” Lil bangs the taught chain repeatedly. CRASH! BANG! CRASH! CRASH! CR-A-A-A-CK! The chain breaks, and falls to the ground with a clatter.

Follow me!” Says Lil. We follow her to the side of the deck. Then the cats wake up.

HELP! THE BOAT”S SINKING!” The cats flood onto top deck. We leap overboard, just in time. The boat sinks. I turn around, and have one last look. The cats are clinging to the remains of the boat, with terrified expressions on their savage faces. A shark pokes it’s head up.

Ooh, Dinner!”

MORE of my third story!!!

Hello. It has been a year since I wrote the post ‘My Third Story,’ and I have been turning it into a full book. I will post it in chapters over the next few months. This is chapter two, and I hope you like it!

Chapter Two
Spies

 

 

January 28th
Anyway, it has been over a year since all that happened, and since Mr and Mrs Wombat had babies, the number of little lakeside houses has doubled! Our new next door neighbor is little Wally Wombat. He is only about five months old!!!! Anyway, enough of that.
Ever since Wally almost got snatched and eaten by a seagull, (mind you, I know how that feels!) we have had at least one animal on “Night Watch”. Tonight it’s me.
I wish I was back home in my cozy bed. I don’t really see the point of Night Watch, but Mrs Wombat INSISTS that we keep on doing it.
Suddenly, I see a dark shadow padding around the edge of camp. Maybe Night Watch wasn’t such a bad idea after all! I don’t want to wake everyone up because Wally is sleepwalking again, but at the same time, I don’t want us all to be eaten by a wild cat. The creature turns toward me. It’s wild yellow eyes and savage red tipped teeth tell me all I need (and indeed, want) to know. More shadows close in from all sides.
“HELP!!!!! WILD CAT ATTACK!!!” I yell at the top of my lungs. The cats silently slink away, blending in with the darkness.
Mrs Wombat pokes her head out of her burrow.
“What’s all the noise out here?”
“I saw a wild cat!” I pant. Wilfred, Mr Wombat and Wally are awake too now.
“Maybe you were hallucinating” Mr Wombat adds in helpfully.
“No! I’m sure I saw them!” I say.
“Nonsense!” says Mrs Wombat.
“Mum, Dad,” Wally whispers, his eyes wide. “If there were wild cats…”
“If there were wild cats WHAT?” snaps Mrs Wombat.
“Well…If there WERE wild cats…Then they would have left tracks…Wouldn’t they?” Whispers Wally shyly.
“Wally, my boy, you’ve got it!” shouts Mr Wombat.
“Well, instead of waiting around for the cats to eat us, lets go check these tracks out!” says Wilfred “But we must be cautious. I don’t fancy being that cats dinner.” I shudder. I don’t like being called “dinner”. We tip-toe over to the eucalyptus trees where I first saw the cats, and the tree’s bark is torn and ripped. I can see the sap oozing out of the tree trunk. I don’t want to imagine what kind of cat could do this. I force myself to look down. In the mud, I can clearly see the ground has been trampled by cats, and the huge holes in it tell me that these cats have very large claws indeed. Too large for my liking.
In the morning, the tracks are gone. Wilfred says it’s because of the rain. That is not true. It hasn’t rained since last December. And besides, how can rain heal dead trees? The other Night Watchers report the same sort of thing. Wilfred, (whose watch is after mine,) saw twelve enormous silvery grey cats, each with glowing red eyes that seem to penetrate through all the disguises you try to fool them with. Mr Wombat saw, (and almost got eaten by,) ten ginger cats with grumpy faces and torn, bloody triangles where there should have been ears. Mrs Wombat saw fourteen more black cats, with long, dark, silver stripes running along their backs. And Mrs Wombat was the first to hear them speak. They have a cold, wheezing, grating voice that makes you jump out of your fur. This is what they said: “Hello, Throattearer, want to come join me and Ratkiller?”
“Sure, Legripper, we will soon be having Rat Stew.”
“YUUUUUUUM!”
“ YUMMY!”
“BEAUTIFUL!“ I do not like the sound of that. (Especially Rat Stew.) But it was Wally who saw the worst. He was watching fifteen brown cats, when an old grey cat came limping into the clearing. This cat’s eye was ripped out, leaving only torn folds of skin. This is what she said:”Hello, Savagetooth.” Savagetooth jumped. This cat must rank very high.
“Oh, hello Wildclaw, we were just discussing this delicious Rat Stew.” “Master Deadeyes wants the rats and wombats by the next RedMoon.” “But RedMoon is only the day after tomorrow!”
“I don’t care. The master wants Rat Stew. You will start getting the Rat part tomorrow, no sooner, no later.”
Wally shared this information with us that very night.
“I will follow them” I say.
“Not alone. I won’t stand by and let my dear grandson get eaten by those ugly great LUMPS of wild cats!” says Wilfred. “I’m coming too!” We set out that very night, following the last of the wild cats as they trickle through the undergrowth. The going is hard, and by the time we see the cats base, we are cut and bruised. We hide behind a tree, and watch. The base is amazing. It is surrounded by huge cliffs which have THOUSANDS of caves and steps carved into them. There is only one gap in the cliff-wall, which me and Wilfred are now standing in. There is a HUGE clearing in the middle of the cliff-wall, and in the middle of this clearing, there is a giant tree stump. The stump’s bark has been peeled off, and a set of steps carved into it, and it is all a foreboding, sooty black. The trunk is covered in crimson spots. Wilfred says that they’re just sap, but I think they’re blood. Rat’s blood. On the trunk is a cushion, made of something that looks suspiciously like rat fur, and perched on top of the cushion, there is a GIGANTIC grey cat. His fur is matted with blood, his ear is torn clean off and he has a deep gash in his side. But the scariest thing about him is his eyes. Or rather, lack of eyes. Where his eyes should have been, there are two deep black holes. When he bares his teeth, you can see tufts of fur sticking out of them. I guess THIS must be Master Deadeyes. (I’m not really surprised they called him that. He looks like a living skeleton!) Around the trunk, there are MILLIONS of cats. Brown cats, black cats, grey cats, ginger cats, spotty cats, stripy cats, patchy cats…But not a single cat with even a tiny DOT of white on their matted coats. I gulp. If the cats find out we are here, there will be no chance of escape. We will be done for. I cautiously poke my head out from behind the tree.
“So you’re back.” purrs Deadeyes to the hunters. “And I see you have brought dinner with you.

All About Pollution, Global warming, and Logging. (Other stuff too)

1: Pollution

Pollution is NOT good. Animals are dying out because of it.

Pollution is where people throw their rubbish/dangerous chemicals /etc into the bush or any other places, instead of keeping them safe.

People are throwing plastic bags into the ocean, and turtles eat the plastic bags, thinking that there’re jellyfish, and plastic bags can make turtles very sick. It’s bad for land animals too.

Hawksbill Sea Turtle 18 - Blackbird Caye - Belize 2016Creative Commons License Adam via Compfight

Pollution is a big danger to humans. Imagine if other animals were putting poison in our food. That’s what it must be like for them. Pollution also causes a bit of global warming. It makes a horrible smell.

 

 

2: Global Warming

A lot of things cause global warming. This includes driving cars and other vehicles.

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Killing animals for food is another big cause. A lot about greenhouse gases (which have nothing to do with greenhouses) are also causing global warming.

The main problem about driving cars is the petrol releases greenhouse gases. This is why stopping global warming is important: It will eventually melt the ice caps, and kill most animals (including humans) that are used to a different climate.

 

3:Logging

Logging is bad because it includes rapidly destroying other animal’s habitat. This is why a lot of animals are extinct. (Not thylacines, on the mainland they were killed by dingos, who took all of their prey. Tassie devils died out in the mainland the same way.)

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4:How These Things Relate to Each Other

Here is a video about what I’ve been talking about:

 

This is the way that pollution, global warming and logging relate to each other: Logging means more houses, which means more cars, and cars make pollution. Pollution makes global warming.

 

 

 

 

My third story

Hi, this is my third story.

March 1

I wake up in the morning, at about 2:30. I love my cosy hole. It’s lined with straw. I creep out, into the open. I’m in the cabbage patch. Oh no! I hate cabbage! I want cheese! I run into the house. There’s the fridge. Ooh, it looks like it will be tough to open!

I hear footsteps pounding down the hall. Oh no. I forgot that nearly every night a little girl comes to have a drink. I dive into a nearby rat hole, and find myself face to face with a big, black, rat. It’s old Wilfred. He used to live in the vegie patch with me, but he moved out, to be closer to the cheese.

“It’s-dangerous-out-there!” I pant. “Calm down.” Wilfred says. “You can stay in my hole, for now.” After a long time, the footsteps fade away. “Okay” says Wilfred, “you can get your cheese now.” I run out of the hole, and see that the girl has broken her cup. I grab a piece, and smash at the fridge until it bangs opens. Oh! What luck! The fridge is full of cheese! I grab a slice, then race back to my hole.

The mice have taken my food again. They always do. It’s really annoying. You work really hard, and then the mice come and steal all your food. I’ll have to gather it up again. I scamper up the nut tree, then pick some walnuts. Their shells are rock hard, but Wilfred helps me crack them. A mouse jumps out, and nips my tail. I skid down the trunk, yelping all the way. The mouse has a good bite out of my tail. It’ll go on like this for ages. Up a tree, down a tree, off a tree, “ouch!” The mouse lands on top of me with a soft thump. He steals my walnuts, then kicks me across the garden.

I’m in the carrot patch, and there’s a hole! I think I’m going to live here from now on. I love carrots. I hear the sound of boots on dry moss. Oh no, oh no, oh no! Someone has come to water the garden! I slide down the soft moss, to the bass of the hill. I’m still sliding, at top speed. NOOOOO!!! I’m heading for the gate! I brace myself.

I bump down the concrete, and finally stop rolling. I shake myself off. I’ve got bruises all over myself ­- help!! I’m on the train track! I hear a chug-chug-chug noise in the distance. A train is coming! I dive quickly off the track, but I’m not fast enough. (Fortunately, I’m a small animal, so I don’t get hurt). The train zips past, right on top of me. I suddenly get a wonderful idea! I cling on to the bottom of the train, and curl up to sleep.

When I wake up, I’m in a small train station that smells strongly of coke. I leap up the wall, straight out of the way of my train. I grab onto someone’s clothing, and swing myself into their pocket. I feel around the person’s pocket. I feel a tomato. I eat it, then scamper out of the pocket. At that moment, the person looks down. Help! I jump down, then shoot across the ground, to the coke stall. It’s midday now. I’m hungry. I climb into the coke person’s pocket. There’s a bit of cheese! I’m just about to start nibbling, when the pocket gives a sudden lurch. The person is going to the train! I’m trapped! I may as well go to sleep.

When I wake up, I’m still in the person’s pocket. I take a peek outside. At first, I can’t see anything. Suddenly, I spot something, out of the corner of my eye. It’s a fish & chips shop! I love chips! I leap out of the coke person’s pocket, and fly onto the roof of the fish & chips shop. How am I going to get in? I run down the roof. Suddenly, my foot gets stuck. It’s a hole! I jump down the hole. I land on some soft carpet. I’m in the roof! I burrow through the soft material, and hit something hard. Oh. I was expecting something better. But I won’t give up so easily! I’ll look for another hole. Obviously I won’t find one. Instead, I seize the top of the nail and pull. Oof!! This is harder than I thought it would be! Finally, the board catapults backwards. I’m back in the soft materiel. I burrow down into it. I gnaw at the plaster under the board. Oh no! I’m falling!

I land in something soft. Is it poo? No, it’s whipped cream. I sigh. I might have been turned brown! (I’m very proud of being an albino rat). I slurp up the cream. This is delicious! I’m full now. Oh no! How will I get out of the shop?

I scamper around the room until I catch a glimpse of a rope leading to the ceiling. I hope that I’m good at balancing! With a series of twists and turns, I make my way up the rope.

Now I’m back on the roof. Just when I’m about to start thinking about how to get home, I feel a tugging on my legs.

Too late, I realise what’s happening. A bird has just picked me up, and is carrying me somewhere. Franticly, I try to bite him. It’s no good. He’s tough as a stone. “Let go of me, or else!” I yell. At this, the bird gives a loud caw, and then flings me across the plains. Oh no! I didn’t know that birds could understand rats!

I land in a huge forest, and immediately, my senses tell me either to run around screaming, or to explore the forest. I choose the most sensible thing that I can think of. I run around screaming “Wilfred! Wilfred!” and “Willie, Grandfather Willie, where are you?”

After about two hours, I slump down on the ground with exhaustion. I lie down in the ferns, wishing for my cosy, warm burrow. Slowly, I close my eyes, and drift off to sleep.

I wake up to a small noise. I yawn, and roll over. I see a large wombat. He’s yelling at me. “Don’t roll over my hole!” “You’ll squash my babies!” He shouts. He stops talking for a while. “Wait, I don’t think that I actually have any babies.” Really? I ask. “Yes, really.” Mr Wombat sighs. “I’ve always wanted some children, but there isn’t enough room in my burrow.”

Poor Mr Wombat. I sit down and think. What could I do to help Mr Wombat? Yes!!! If I help him dig his burrow, Mr Wombat might take me back home! “Got any ideas?” Asks Mr Wombat.

“Yep!” I say. “I could help you dig your burrow!” But Mr Wombat isn’t listening. “Hear that?” he asks. “What?’ I say. “Don’t you hear it?” He asks. At that moment, I hear the faint sound of bells. It’s a Human! “Quick, I need to hide!” I shout. “Why?” asks Mr Wombat. “Don’t ask why, just hide!” I cry, exasperated.

“Stop pushing!” I whisper. We had just rolled into some bushes on the side of the track. “Has the human gone?” asks Mr Wombat. “Let’s check.” I say. I peek out of the bushes. There’s Wilfred! What’s he doing? He’s digging Mr Wombat’s hole! “No need to dig your hole anymore!” I say to Mr Wombat, grinning. “Hey there, Maxie!” Wilfred calls to me, “want to go building houses!” he shouts.

Over the next few hours, a lot of construction takes place. Finally, the houses are finished. There’re the best. There’re next to the lake. From then on, I eat wild berries. There’re much better than cheese!

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Tassie devils

Tassie devils are scavengers. They have 20-40 babies.

They only have four teats, so only 0-4 of them survive the pouch life. The mum find may even eat the babies that don’t survive.

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Inside Tassie devil’s scats, you will find small bones, and maybe some scraps of dried up meat.

Looking back in time

Every time you look at something, you’re looking back in time. Scientists have even seen a few seconds after the big bang. It’s the same with feeling and sound,(except sound doesn’t travel as fast as light).

This is because light has to travel from everything to your eyes, so if the sun stopped shining right now, we would only know in the next six or seven minutes.

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I have a theory about what caused the big bang. I think that some bacteria came out of nowhere and that particular combination of bacteria caused the big bang.

 

Whales

Whales, ( although it’s hard to believe), do poos. A whale has only one predator ( apart from bacteria,viruses,etc) and that is humans.

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Baleen is used as a filter. This is how it works. The whale swallows water and krill, then it pushes out the water with the krill. The baleen catches the krill, but lets through the water. These are all the whales that I can think of:

southern right, humpback, blue, and narwhal. Did you know that albino whales exist? albino whales usually don’t have as good eyesight as the normal ones.

My favorite type of whale is a blue whale. What’s yours?