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07-16-2016, 11:27 PM
That issue of biosecurity had the moon doctor at his witts end; He had spent all afternoon clearing the greenhouse, then scrubbing it clean with pales of water he'd carried from the creek before beginning the quarantine on some potentially infected plants. Those that were quite obviously infected by the dreaded, mysterious fungi he took to to the cliffs and tossed them off one by one. The sun was downing and as he carried his last pale of pots to the sea cliffs. "Aiya" he whispered, his lanterns light complimenting the silver glow of mother moon. One by one Tilney grasped a pot between his teeth and spilled the contents over the edge; he couldn't help but watch as the dirt and infected flora hit the rocks and disappeared on its way to the swirling sea below. The last pot however; it was moving. Instead of Tossing it over the edge, Tilney tossed it with fright behind him and onto a tree. Dirt was sent flying, tree roots tumbling, and a squeal sounded. "Oh! so sorry" Tilney spoke to whatever it was inhabiting the glass pot. Nervous cloven feet took him over towards the moving pile of dirt and glass shards that was all that remained of the infected waste. Clearing away the dirt, Tilney uncovered a small mint-coloured speckled egg. It was cracked at the top, with two minuscule ears poking out. On further inspection, Tilney saw two marvellous eyes staring back at him from inside the egg. What was this small creature? So far he had seen the top of a round skull, pointy ears, round black eyes and mousy brown fur. Was it some sort of possum? Rodent? A grin crossed the gronze stallions face as the creature wriggled and squirmed until more cracks appeared, then sugglednly the structure around it shattered. Out came two magnificent wings, equipped with claws and feet. "Hello little bat!" Tilney uttered to the small creature, looking into its wide eyes. "you are safe" was his next whisper, assuring the babe that it would be safe with him. Tilney could recall the bats from his homeland were very similar to this; there were stories told to young ones of a bat named Peatree who gave summer fruits to good foals. Peatree. Tilney would name him Peatree. |
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