Board Thread:Clubs/@comment-44390494-20200109205641/@comment-24.64.54.30-20200131221922

Chapter 5 A new beginning?

'''“ What should I do now Wilbur” I ask as I pull out the last weed. I spit the weed out of my teeth. It’s been a month and a half since I first met Wilbur. “Can you pick some Golden flax wheat for lunch” Wibur replies. I wipe the sweat from my brow as I reply with an okay. The scorching afternoon sun is hot enough to burn my fur right off  my back. Heaving a great, large, contented sigh, I trot over to the Golden Flax area and I carefully unsheath my claws. WHooSh. Silence falls as the golden flax drops to the floor, cleanly sliced. Then the twiterers begin their cheerful songs. With the wheat in my mouth, I look for Wilbur. Through the plant covered field I spot a glimpse of his nut brown fur. I prance through the field like a gazelle fleeing a cheetah, stopping dead in front of him kicking up a puff of dust. Wilbur looks longingly, into the distance, ignoring me completely. I turn my head to see what had taken his attention from his surroundings. I stifle a gasp as I look beyond the short fence. My hanged limp and the wheat fell from may mouth. There were mountains taller than you could dream, more prey and food you could ever imagine, water so shiny you would have to shield your eyes from it. I shake myself out of my  trance and I observe Wilbur more carefully. I decided we should start lunch. I nudge Wilbur and he shakes himself like a wet dog. And as if nothing had happened he says “Good work Dawn, you did a lot of gardening so you deserve good meal”. I tell Wilbur it’s no big deal but he ignores me as he takes the wheat from the ground and scampers through the door. I slowly made my way to the door Wilbur pops his head out and says “are you coming in to help or what?!”. I pick my pace and go through the squeaky, mossy door. I see Wilbur grinding the wheat into flour he tells me to set the table and the drinks. I run over to the fully restocked berry storage and grab a pawful of berries and squeeze them over two wooden cups. I watch the last remains of the juice trickle through. Gulping down the remains of the berries, I walk over to the table set the drinks on it. Then I rush over to the wooden cabinet and pull out two vine plates balancing one  on my head and the other in my mouth. I look proudly at my work, I begin to turn to tell wilbur I did everything so well, so soon but my jaw dropped to see that Wilbur has already made, kneaded and baked bread in the short time I had set the table. Wilbur smiles and winks at me as he passes me holding the bread and some jam in his paws. The whiff of the bread make me realize how hungry I was. I literally finished my meal in one breath. Then I remember the look wilbur had in his eyes. I say “Wilbur, what happened out there”. And that's all I had to say because then my question answered itself .'''

-wolfnight