Mountain Peep's Awesome Chat Thread! (All friends welcome!)

[Yowza Wowza]

Morning LILL B.

Good evening Chooky

 

[youngchooklover]

Good evening Chooky

)_)'? ummmmm morning.

 

[Mountain Peeps]

I'm so worried!!!

 

[youngchooklover]

I'm so worried!!!

Why?...WAIT is it about Dan

 

[Yowza Wowza]

)_)'? ummmmm morning.

Good morning

 

[Mountain Peeps]

Why?...WAIT is it about Dan

For once, no. XD There's a little bear outside curious about the chicken coop

 

[Americano Blue]

I AM SO HAPPY!!!!

 

[silkiecuddles]

I AM SO HAPPY!!!!

Why?

 

[Americano Blue]

Why?

we got an ATV!

 

[Americano Blue]

Melody clung to the hooded cape that once belong to her father. The dark green fabric hide her among the trees as she ran, dodging a limb or two. Men shouted behind her as she ducked into a small cavern, hidden among the thick undergrowth. Pressing her small frame against the wall, she draped the cloak around her. She was hidden, at least for now. Her heart beat so loud, she swore the men would hear it and find her.

With the rumble of horses' hooves, the men rushed passed Melody, shouting curses as they looked for the girl. Melody looked down at the small loaf of bread that was safely hidden inside her dress pocket. "All this for bread?" She asked the air around her as she slowly crept from the caving. The coast was clear, and she booked it back to her small rundown home. The door creaked as she shoved it open. A cloud of dust burst into the air with each step. She needed to sweep, but ever since her father left, she didn't have the time.

Slowly, she knelt down next to the fire place. The flames had long since died. With trembling hands, she dug through the ashes praying for at least one charcoal still warm. She found one, hiding in the corner of the fire place. Gingerly, she picked it up and blew. A few minutes later, she had a tiny fire going. She plopped down in front and tore a small bite off the loaf of bread. After gobbling it down, she took the rest and carefully wrapped it in a cloth. "Please Papa, come home soon." She whispered as her delicate hands hide the loaf among the wooden floor boards.

Melody stood, brushing the dirt and soot off her ragged skirt. With weak legs, she walked to her bed on the other side of the room. She crawled into it and wrapped herself in the equally thin blanket. She closed her eyes and drifted off into her dreams, waking only to cough and rub at a few tears that came while she slept.

"Melody! Melody, come quick!" Her father called as he wadded deeper into the creek.

"I'm coming, Papa!" Melody said as she did her best to get to him. The water reached her knees and her feet stuck in the mud below. She didn't mind though. She reached her father in good time, only to find him with his hands cupped around something. "What is it, Papa?" The young girl asked.

"Something I have not seen in a long time." The man said, failing to hide the excitement in his voice. He opened his hands, allowing his daughter to see the small frog inside. The girl squealed with pleasure. "I haven't seen one since your mother left us. I suppose this means something bad is going to happen, huh?" Her father joked. He dropped the frog as his daughter punched his arm.

"Papa, don't even joke!" She cried.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn't mean it." He told her, smiling softly.

The girl smiled and took her father's hand in hers. Together, they walked back to shore.

Melody woke with a jolt. "Papa?!?" She yelled into the emptiness of the night. Alas, no one answered the girl. She curled into a ball, tears streaming down her face. Dreams were such a beautiful thing, yet such a wicked master.