Luke, Resus, Cleo and I wandered through the fog in a grassy meadow. We had not a single layer of clothing on ourselves, and butterflies were climbing up dew-laden blades of grass. It was very quiet, save for the occasional bird call. We touched the grass with the tips of our fingers. It was all wet, but it still splashed in little tiny tips against our skin. In the fog, you’re sure to get lost, so we stayed together the whole time. We sat in the grass sometimes and quietly watched more butterflies flutter beside us. We were at one with nature, caressed by the mysterious meadow. We were mysteriously gentle children, cradled in the cool serenity of nature.
Through the fog, we could see a huge lake with a flock of flamingos squawking and cleaning their feathers. We didn’t care if the weather was really cold, we just had to run into the lake and play together, because this was what friends like us do. We raced into the lake screaming and shouting and laughing, our feet squelching and splashing in the shallows as the flock began to scatter and turned into bewildering shadows before they disappeared into the fog. We were splashing each other in the cold water, kicking water at each other with our bare feet and showering each other with water in our cupped hands. It was as freeing and as delightful as the warm wind in the forest. The fog blinded the countryside far off, so we couldn’t see dry land far off. It was just us, splashing and squealing in our beautiful watery bath out in nature. We lay in the water and sighed, gazing up at the blurred sky which had been covered by thick fog. We felt at one with the freezing currant, and we were warm in the icy lake.
By this time, we were shivering from playing in the lake, and looking further into the fog, we saw a huge rock. We climbed out of the water and looked up at the rock. It was so grand and majestic. We just had to climb it. With our strong hands we climbed up every inch of the rock, until the ground and the lake was far away from us. Luke was a very strong climber, because he was a werewolf. He hadn’t the need to get angry, because he was in a place where he can practise mindfulness anytime, anywhere. We felt patience and balance as we climbed up the rock, which seemed to get taller and taller with every inch we climbed. Once, I fell, but Luke took me onto his shoulders and helped me climb up the rock. Once we reached the top of the rock, it led to a cliff leading high above the world, above the fog, where we finally felt warm surrounded by the sunset sky, all pink and orange and yellow, with a shade of tangerine. We looked further over the edge of the cliff and saw what we couldn’t believe.
It was a whole jungle! We had never seen anything like it before. It was deep green and thick as a duvet, and a flock of birds flew out of the trees. We had to carefully climb down the cliff because one of us might fall, and when we got into the jungle, it was blocked by vines and leaves. We vowed we could stay together, and so we walked arm-in-arm across the density of it all. We saw monkeys scuttling across the trees, jaguars prowling in the shadows and parrots balancing on vines, squawking. We thought large insects might come and bite us, but not one insect came, not even blood-sucking ones like leeches. By that time, we were getting a bit tired, but we approached a huge cliff with a waterfall beside it. A big one in fact. We climbed up the cliff for the second time that day, and saw a river leading downstream into the lake far below. We felt…freedom. We were soon yelling in excitement, exhilarated and full of joy.
I yelled really loud. I can yell as loud as a chimpanzee, although we just passed a troop of these animals on the way to the waterfall. In fact, I yelled so loud that cockatoos began to fly out of the trees and right over us. Laughing, we ran across the water and tried to follow them. Running onto the other side, we felt such joy running in the cold air, until we collided into each other and tripped over a stone, sending us rolling down the cliff and into the river far below. I emerged, and looked around for Luke and the others as I was swept down the currant. I saw Luke, struggling for air and splashing in the water. Resus and Cleo were doing the same. I grabbed each of them, and we held onto each other, reassuring each other as we coughed up water. On both sides of the river, some kangaroos were bouncing along beside us. We thought they were going to follow us, as if they were robotic spy kangaroos, but they weren’t. They were just normal, regular kangaroos.
Suddenly, we saw that the river lead to another waterfall. We screamed and held on tight to each other as we floated nearer and nearer to the waterfall, until we started to fall. Down, down, down we went, until we disappeared under the water far below. A moment later, we woke up in the dense thickness of the jungle, and felt soft hands stroke our skin and bandages (at least, that’s what Cleo does). I slowly opened my groggy eyes and looked up at who touched us. It was Luke’s mum, a kindly and loving figure. She carried me in her arms and took me across the jungle, with Luke, Resus and Cleo following. They were glad to have someone in their company, as was me. I was so tired, and we’ve travelled a long way.
When we approached the jungle clearing, there was a whole tribe waiting for us - Luke’s dad, Alston, Bella and Niles, plus our wild dog and leech pets Dig and Lulu, all waiting for us. Luke, Resus and Cleo were getting tired, so their parents lead them to a soft, comfortable bed in our hut, just big enough for all four of us. Luke, Resus and Cleo got into bed, and Luke’s mum tucked me in beside her son and Cleo, kissing me a tender kiss goodnight. We were so tired, we fell asleep straight away, as the fog cleared and the dense sky turned a dark black, with beautiful stars peppering the sky. It was the home which was best for our natural instincts to be unleashed.
THE END.
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