My story, "It's Complicated". ~Read~Comment~Tip~

[luvinmybirds]

We don't care about grammar we just want more story........

 

[luvinmychickens]

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[luvinmybirds]

when do we get another chapter?????

 

[luvinmychickens]

Hey guys! Sorry I haven't written in so long! I am 6 hours away from home, so I am using my Aunts computer right now. I will try to get some done this week.

 

[Amigo]

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Better get to work!

 

[luvinmychickens]

PLEASE EXCUSE MY GRAMMAR. IT IS HORRIBLE TODAY.

. . .a cloth and wrapped the critter in it.

CONTINUED. . .

I stepped inside the house, hoping that it won't squirm out of my hands.

"Wait, why would it squrim out of my hands if it is unconcious? Duh!" I spoke out loud to myself, stupidly.

I carried the creature to the bathroom, and began to run the tub water. I made the water so that it wasn't too cold, but not too hot. I wet my hand, and let the water run down it's bruised back. I could see that it started to wake. As it awoke, I carefully put it on the ground. I walked quietly, hoping that I wouldn't startle the animal, to the door and shut it. I slowly picked up the critter, and rubbed it's tiny head. It's eyes opened up all the way. I watched it as it looked cautiously around the room. It jumped out of my hands and jumped under the running water.

"Aww! That feels good, doesn't it?" I talked to the sweet squirrel.

After a minute or so has past, I carefully picked up the critter. I dabbed it's cuts and bruises with a warm cloth. That was the nicest and calmest squirrel I have ever seen. I want to keep it! How will I hide it from Mom and Dad? Ugh. . . What am I going to do? I am just going to keep it until it is cured. There, that's a good explanation!

"Hmm. . . Instead of calling you 'it' all the time, I'll give you a name. Charles? Charlie? Wait. . . I don't know if your a boy or a girl! This is going to be hard. How about Izzy? Too girly. Jordan? That could work. Harley? Ooh, that's a good one! So what's it gonna be? Harley or Jordan? I guess I'll do Harley, after all, if I ever get another pet, I could use the name Jordan. So, Harley. Hehe, I like that! Harley, Harley, Harley! Anyways, that name fits you because you are a black squirrel!" I said very childishly.

I grabbed another towel, to dry Harley. Mom is going to be mad that I used so many towels. Oh well. . . I took Harley to my bedroom.

"You stay here while I find something for you to stay in for a while."

I went upstairs into the attic. Oh, where is that parrot cage? I remember that thing was so big that Pear, my old parrot, could fly around in there all the time. I got a wet paper towel and wiped it down. I ran down the stairs and into my bedroom. Harley was still where I left it, sleeping. I picked it up and carefully took it up to the attic. I opened the door to the cage and layed Harley down.

"Don't worry Harley. This is only temporary. Anyways, you haven't moved for a while. I'll be sure to take you on walks and let you in a tree for a while. I'll be bringing up stuff to decorate that dull cage.

 

[horsecrazychicklovingkid]

A black squirrel? BTW, you said she and then you said it, make up your mind whether you are calling the squirrel a she or an it!

 

[Amigo]

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Exactly what I thought.

 

[luvinmychickens]

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Sorry, I was in a hurry. . . I'll go edit that.

 

[luvinmychickens]