Quiet {OPEN}
Jan 15, 2012 0:42:04 GMT -5
Post by Maggie on Jan 15, 2012 0:42:04 GMT -5
Bark loved Sundays. No school, no work, no having to deal with his passive agressive father. Just him and the woods. It wasn't like he didn't enjoy spending time with his sister, but she could be a handful, especially when she was stressed out. And it wasn't like Bark had alot of freinds, so he really valued the time to himself he spent in the woods every week.
He'd been walking for a few minutes into a part of the forest he rarely ever went through when he came upon a clearing. The trees around the clearing were each notched with a big 'X', which meant this area would be cleared not too far into the future, and Bark knew this would probably be the last time he'd see this part of the woods before it was cut down and replanted.
"It's too bad," he sighed, leaning against one of the trees and spying a mockingjay in it's branches. "I wonder how many mockingjays will need to find new homes after all these trees are cut down." He smiled to himself as he watched the bird fly off, and it was then that he realized how utterly quiet it was. Not two minutes ago, birds had been singing, animals scuffling in the undergrowth, but now, nothing. Even the mockingjays were silent, and he had a pretty good idea why.
"Who's there?" he called nonchelantly, looking around the clearing and trying to pick up any movement. Bark always moved through the trees so quietly, he hardly ever disturbed the mockingjays, but whoever had made them go silent was probably no expert at travelling through such dense foliage. "I'm not gonna get you in trouble or anything," he said, hoping whoever it was would just turn around and go home, so the mockingjays could resume their singing. "Even though you're not REALLY supposed to be out here unless you work out here."
He'd been walking for a few minutes into a part of the forest he rarely ever went through when he came upon a clearing. The trees around the clearing were each notched with a big 'X', which meant this area would be cleared not too far into the future, and Bark knew this would probably be the last time he'd see this part of the woods before it was cut down and replanted.
"It's too bad," he sighed, leaning against one of the trees and spying a mockingjay in it's branches. "I wonder how many mockingjays will need to find new homes after all these trees are cut down." He smiled to himself as he watched the bird fly off, and it was then that he realized how utterly quiet it was. Not two minutes ago, birds had been singing, animals scuffling in the undergrowth, but now, nothing. Even the mockingjays were silent, and he had a pretty good idea why.
"Who's there?" he called nonchelantly, looking around the clearing and trying to pick up any movement. Bark always moved through the trees so quietly, he hardly ever disturbed the mockingjays, but whoever had made them go silent was probably no expert at travelling through such dense foliage. "I'm not gonna get you in trouble or anything," he said, hoping whoever it was would just turn around and go home, so the mockingjays could resume their singing. "Even though you're not REALLY supposed to be out here unless you work out here."
