short story
The love of Wesley and Elma
It was a restful morning filled with a nice breeze and blowing trees, Elma sat on the porch of her yellow hand-built, house, she could hear only the early song of chickadees in the mysterious yet peaceful Boreal forest of northern Ontario. She began to watch for him, with her warm steaming cup of coffee, he usually came around 7:00 it was only 6:30 in the morning so there was no need for worry. She sat looking at the glistening white untouched snow, where she noticed were small footprints of a mouse and perhaps a rabbit she thought, then she saw a strange track in the snow singular and sly, she wondered what that could have come from but quickly let the thought pass as she was still focused on her coffee and waiting for the arrival of her sweet, soft, small friend. As some time passes, about 25 minutes, she hears the beat of a wing she instinctively recognizes swooping towards her, she quickly is filled with warm joy that you can see in her eyes as they light up from the sound of the soft wings. She smiles and whispers softly “Wesley my love” he comes and lands on the banister of her porch and gazes into Elma's eyes she feels a connection between them both, they’re not only friends but soulmates. She soon relaxes back into her chair and begins to discuss the morning she first asks if he had found any rodents then tells him about the tracks in front of her house that she had spotted there was never much going on around them but she liked life calm and peaceful with the often adventure. After discussing the morning although Wesley was unable to reply he would sit there calmed by the sound of Elma's voice they both loved each other in a deep friendship way. Finally, it was time to go on her walk she grabbed her toque and mittens, and off they were, through the walk she noticed new things that were not there the last such as the new small squirrel making his way through the forest, usually, they would not be running around but today was one of the nicer days of winter as it was only -20 Celsius, as she walked through the crunchy snow she looked up to see Wesley following her as usual, he came to rest on her shoulder when he got tired and then begin to fly once more. Soon enough they got back to the house and tired out she went to lay on her bed for a quick nap, she was 79 going on 80 meaning she was easily worn out. While she lay sleeping Wesley would sit at the porch watching for the danger he thought but really if anything nearly dangerous were to approach the house he would be too small to do anything about it, but he liked to think he would be able to defend Elma even if his life depended on it. An hour and a half passed and he was beginning to get a little hungry so he decided to go off in search of something to eat, as he flew through the air he spotted a small mouse marching through the forest, quickly he soared down fast piercing through the air in a split second he was down with the mouse in his claws while he ripped the flesh off the head and soon detached the mouses head from its body swallowing it, immediately he swallowed the rest of the body whole as well. He was now satisfied as the mouse was big enough to fill his stomach surprisingly. He began to fly back to Elma's house as he was flying he heard something it was a slight rustle then all of a sudden he heard a slight whisper sound slithering he heard then it clicked in his mind, a snake! Snakes meant trouble and he didn't like trouble. He started flying swiftly he flew as fast as he could flying towards the sound getting louder and louder but he came to the door and it came to him to realize that it was inside, with Elma asleep, though he knew snakes weren’t a big threat to human he still needed to defend her no matter what the danger was. He used his claws to open the door it was a fairly graspable door handle, he quickly but quietly went to find the snake, it wasn't making noise anymore but good thing he had great hearing because he could hear every slight movement made by this sly dangerous creature, he stood in the middle of the room waiting for the smallest sound to be made, then from the corner of his eye he saw movement he could see a red stripe he whipped his head around and saw it with its evil eyes it stared directly at Wesley, it angered him the intense unmoving stare, although he was bigger than the snake he wasn't sure if he could catch its slithering quick body fast enough so he stood there staring at it who was to move next who would make the first move of the battle it had to be him but then all of a sudden it quickly began to move, slithering faster than Wesley could see! It frightened him he flew up in surprise then dipped back down and flew straight towards the striped snake but surely enough it moved out of the way just in time to get out of the way of the shot Wesley was trying to make to attack him, there was no strategy he could think of to get the sly enemy in his grasp, then he thought he could use his powerful hearing ability to hide in the shadow of the rafters in the ceiling, he climbed into the darkest corner and waited, then the slithering slowly began and it was moving towards Elmas room this brought panic through his whole body he flew down without being seen by the snake and grabbed his middle section, violently the snake began whipping his entire body to try his best to get out of the claws of Wesley but Wesley grasped him tighter breaking through the snakes skin this made the snake whip harder hitting Wesley over and over whipping him in the eye biting his wing ripping it it was painful but he had to keep his hold tight, he had to be sure to get the snake out of the house and kill it he flew up and up through the sky until the house was merely a speck on the ground, he then let the snake go, the snake dropped and dropped then hit the ground cracking its skull dying instantly. Once Wesley saw the snake's unmoving body he was satisfied passing out and falling from the sky from exhaustion. Elma's face came into view, he didn't know what was going on, something happened he didn't know why he was lying on the table. Elma's eyes filled with tears of joy “Wesley you had me so worried, I’m so proud of you you are so strong” she had seen the dead body of the snake and his body sprawled next to it in red died snow from his wing, coming to more of a conscious state Wesley realized his sight was a little limited then he realized he was only seeing out of one eye his other eye had been patched by Elma. He was happy to be there with her and she was happy to have him they continued to live a safe yet adventurous life together.
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