One Mistake

"Lavender, be careful!" Twine yowled to his twin.

Lavender carefully staggered across the chesnut-brown branch, her white fur fluffy and soft. The branch was thin and wobbly, but there was a small nest of baby sparrows on the edge, and if she could get them, she and her brother would never go hungry ever again. Her eyes sparkled. Closer...closer.

The branch made a horrible sound when she reached the nest.

"Please climb down, sis! I don't want it to break!" Twine pleaded.

"I'll be fine, Twine, please relax!" Lavender mewed. The storm was rolling in fast, winds whipping the little tree she was on. Then, a shock of horror and intense fright filled her stomach. The branch lurched, the baby sparrows cheeping in fear, and then, SNAP.

Lavender felt her weight go light, her body tumbling through the air. It was the end. Then she stopped. Blackness filled her for but 3 seconds when she felt feathers flapping around her-no, she was flying! She had sprouted wings! She fluttered upwards, and looked below her. Twine and the sparrows were gone, the sky strangely bright and sunny. The storm was out of sight, but it didn't matter-she was free!

She made a small loop and then went quickly up into the air, higher and higher.

"Wheeee!" she squealed, past the clouds, closer and closer to the sun.

Then the light flickered in her stomach. The wings vanished, and she was falling again, and then, thud. She hit the ground, life instantly vanishing in her tiny heart.

"Lavender! No! Lavender!" Twine screamed. He buried his face in her neck fur, breathing in the scent of death surrounding his sister. Tears filled his eyes as he looked to the storm clouds and sobbed.

"Oh Lavender...no..."

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This story was dedicated to those who know how it feels to lose someone they love-someone important in their lives. I hope that anyone who hasn't will reach out and help those in times of loss and grief.

Thank you for reading, I hope you understand the seriousness of death and loss, and don't take this short story as a joke. It wasn't meant to be funny. It has a meaning.

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 20:53, December 9, 2011 (UTC)