“What was that?” Neil made out through the bullets soaring passed his owner’s car.
Neil began to sense brisk movements in their vehicle. Thunk! As he looked up a sense of hope left his body. The driver was shot and killed. In desperation for survival Neil reached for the lock. Gravity was turned off as he began to float in the rolling car. The car had started to tear apart and open creating an escape route for Neil. He was launched out of his car into the lush rain forests of Jamaica. From the perspective of a 1 inch turtle, he was lost. Neil had decided to take refuge in his shell.
Neil had awakened the next morning to his stomach howling in need of nourishment. Searching for food at ...view middle of the document...
Many of the animals in the forest were too large to fit in his creation. He would have to prolong his journey to the heart of winter. He asked around for volunteers to accompany him, but everyone had rejected his offer. He had asked all but one animal in the slowly denigrating crowd, the rhino, Jacob.
Jacob came from an unusual set of parents. His dad was a rhino like him, but his mother was a mouse. Neil didn’t complain though. He was happy to see someone else was close to his size. Jacob knew of a chipmunk that was injured in a horrific accident a few years back.
“There’s a chipmunk named Gabe,” said Jacob, “that’s been unable to fly and would do anything to.”
Neil knew where he lived and began to formulate a plan. He was up for the challenge. The odds were so greatly stacked against him, and he needed a companion.
Neil asked around again, only receiving negative answers. He endured the frustration and turned it into will. That will drove him to tame this journey alone.
Neil before leaving packed a little food, waved his good byes and was on his way, not aware of what he got himself into. Neil hadn’t thought much about the mountains, or how difficult it would be to climb them. Nor did he think about how small he was.
Neil just a few hours into the journey felt terrible, tired, and ready to quite. He rested for a few minutes and was back at it.
Day 3, not even close to Gabe’s house, but a little spark of hope lit his fire of tenacity.
“The birds!” Neil thought. “The birds!”
It was migration season in northern Jamaica and the bird were desperate to find the suitable climate for themselves.
Just as the thought left his head the ground appeared to get smaller and smaller until he felt like he was flying, because he was. He was quickly at 50 feet then to 100, and ground that he gained was ideal for his survival. As they began to fly further up the mountain it began to snow. Neil shook around loosening the grip of the bird till he was let go. 40 feet he fell, into the fluffy, snowy bed of the mountain.
Before Neil hit the ground he heard a voice, “Come here, and take shelter!”
Neil quickly got to the tree and rested with the chipmunk, until he was awoken by the voice of Gabe saying, “Hey, wake up. We’ve got a huge day ahead of us.”
Before Neil was fully awake the airplane was in the run way and he was dressed. They had a brief conversation over breakfast, and a rerun of what the safety procedures were. A few hours went by as they waited out the snow. At about noon the weather was suitable for...