Samson

 Tomorrow we head off for the mountains for our summer week away, but this morning while I sit watching Welles inspect her toys and scuttle about, I will improvise a picture book text. There is a UK competition that calls for a five hundred word manuscript and all of mine are too long. So I will sit and have my coffee and BS my way through something in the hopes it may become something better. Sounds familiar.

Egg was a bit befuddled.


She had been chattering away with her fellow eggs happily in their feathered nest before bedtime,


But this morning they were gone. 


All of them. 


Mr. White.


Gone.


One Crack.


Vanished.


Harriett.


Well, Egg was a bit glad Harriet was gone. 


Egg sat for a moment. 


Perhaps I have missed something?


I will ask Samson. 


Samson Spider was known to be the fellow that saw everything in the little coop. 


He was in fact the only other in the coop.


So, Egg decided he must know. 


“Samson? 


Samson slid down on a thread of web. 


“Where have the other Eggs of Nest gone?”


“The Hands came in today.” Samson smirked.


Egg had never seen The Hands.


Egg had only heard of The Hands.


“I will find the others! I will bring them home to the nest!”


Armed with a feather from the nest and Samson mumbling by her side, 


Egg rolled out of the coop.


The air was different outside of the coop.


There were so many sounds.


“It’s too loud.” whined Samson.


Chirp.


Buzz.


Chitter.


“It’s too bright,” grumbled Samson.


The light from above was warm and pink.


 A mother bird swooped down to Samson and Egg.


Samson rolled his eight eyes. 


“Little Egg, you should be in a nest. Safe and warm. Why are you out and about?”


“We must find the other Eggs from Nest!” Egg cried out, wielding her feather.


Samson crossed two of his legs, “Leave her be Mother Bird. I will lead her to House. There she can see where the Eggs of Nest have all gone.” 


Mother bird looked toward House.


The smells of morning came from inside.


Then the mother bird looked at the brave Egg.


“You are very brave. The Eggs of Nest wanted me to be sure you knew that they all flew away and were happy. They asked me to look after you until your Hatch Day.”


Egg smiled at Mother Bird.


“That is very kind. But I must find the Eggs of Nest.”


Samson hissed, “Let’s go, Egg. I will show you the way.”


Egg looked again at Mother Bird. 


Mother Bird nodded her head.


And ate Samson. 








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