Reaching
the old giant tree, Bro suppressed a shudder and started to scramble up the ivy
clad trunk. He had nearly reached the
nest and the noise that put fear into his heart started up. He nearly fell to
the ground; luckily his paw got caught in the tangle of ivy. The mother of the baby silvereye started to squawk
at him.
“Be
quiet!” Bro growled. “I am returning
your baby, did you hear that!”
“What?”
the mother asked as she checked that her baby was unharmed.
“That!”
exclaimed Bro as the noise started up again.
The
two silvereyes rolled about laughing, “Hehehe, what a baby….”
I have just realized that this is the
last Monday of January so have added the rest of the story.
“What
is so funny, it’s a terrible noise!” Bro said in a huff, as he edged his way further
up the tree. “These birds are crazy!” He muttered
“It
is only the wind making the vines vibrate against the trunk!”
“I
knew that!” Bro tried to bluff. He
looked around and was amazed, he could see for miles, down the road and the
moon created a lot of light.
“Er,
do you think I could come up here at night, it’s a good guard post?” Bro asked.
“Only
if you don’t tell the other cats we are here.”
Of
course, and you’re not to tell that I brought your baby back.”
“Deal!”
both chorused.
Epilog
Bro
stayed up in the tree till his slaves drove up the drive. He clambered down yelling “See you!” to his
new friends and was at the door as the slaves were getting out their keys. He pushed past and made for his favourite
spot.
He
laid back and felt very satisfied with his world. At long last he had somewhere he could feel
safe when his slaves were out. You see
Bro had a dreadful secret. He was afraid
of the dark!
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