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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Kids
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Friends / Friendship
- Published: 07/11/2015
Oriole, Chipmunk and Frog
Born 1986, M, from Phoenix, AZ, United StatesOriole, Chipmunk and Frog
by
Eli Lorenzo
Oriole's gaze while in deep thought moves from the dense woods behind the house to the patio he's perched above. The dew glistens as the first beams of sunlight dash through the tops of the maple and magnolia trees standing guard over the home.
“This was at one time a sharp looking patio,” declares Oriole.
“I know,” confirms Chipmunk as he weaves his way among the bricks that had been pulled up and tossed to the side.
“Why dig up the patio in the first place?” inquires Oriole.
“Because the grass and weeds have grown through the bricks,” says Chipmunk. “I know what you’re thinking, that you, me and Frog had some great times here.”
“I’m just going to miss hanging out here in the morning after it has stormed all night,” Oriole states.
“I’m going to miss scaring you while you’re deep in thought," exclaims Chipmunk. "Highlight of my day watching you soar into the air trying to vacate the premises because you think Cat is in mid pounce.”
“Highlight of mine is watching you try to scurry away when he’s figured out it’s you, then swoops back down to grab you and toss you into this holly bush like before,” interrupts Frog, laughing as he lands on the stacked up bricks in a single bound.
Frog throws Chipmunk a wry smile.
“It couldn’t have been any worse than you showing off your jumping skills--your mad hops--as you say--when Hawk appeared out of nowhere,” quips Chipmunk.
“Undoubtedly," affirms Oriole. "If it wasn’t for Blue-jay cutting across Hawk’s path those talons would have carried you away."
Frog shivers as the shrillness of her war cry piercing his ears intrude his memory. He never saw her. He heard her too late.
Frog states, “Don’t remind me. The flashbacks, those claws scrubbing across my side--my leg. But, not to fret my friends. I think the injury, and now recovery, has added more inches to my vertical.”
Chipmunk simply shakes his head. “We’ve had some fun times and we’ve had some scary times,” he declares.
Oriole replies, “At least we can keep the memories. I guess change will be for the better in this case.
"So the patio’s not going away it’s simply being torn up and rebuilt?” inquires Frog as he leaps off the wall of bricks. “It looks better to me already. With most of the old broken bricks now gone and the weeds removed it can be nothing but a good thing.”
“When they are replaced with new bricks and a new design it will look better than ever,”insisted Chipmunk,“until then we can still have fun like we used to. And part of that fun will be watching the patio be rebuilt.
Oriole, Chipmunk and Frog(Eli Lorenzo)
Oriole, Chipmunk and Frog
by
Eli Lorenzo
Oriole's gaze while in deep thought moves from the dense woods behind the house to the patio he's perched above. The dew glistens as the first beams of sunlight dash through the tops of the maple and magnolia trees standing guard over the home.
“This was at one time a sharp looking patio,” declares Oriole.
“I know,” confirms Chipmunk as he weaves his way among the bricks that had been pulled up and tossed to the side.
“Why dig up the patio in the first place?” inquires Oriole.
“Because the grass and weeds have grown through the bricks,” says Chipmunk. “I know what you’re thinking, that you, me and Frog had some great times here.”
“I’m just going to miss hanging out here in the morning after it has stormed all night,” Oriole states.
“I’m going to miss scaring you while you’re deep in thought," exclaims Chipmunk. "Highlight of my day watching you soar into the air trying to vacate the premises because you think Cat is in mid pounce.”
“Highlight of mine is watching you try to scurry away when he’s figured out it’s you, then swoops back down to grab you and toss you into this holly bush like before,” interrupts Frog, laughing as he lands on the stacked up bricks in a single bound.
Frog throws Chipmunk a wry smile.
“It couldn’t have been any worse than you showing off your jumping skills--your mad hops--as you say--when Hawk appeared out of nowhere,” quips Chipmunk.
“Undoubtedly," affirms Oriole. "If it wasn’t for Blue-jay cutting across Hawk’s path those talons would have carried you away."
Frog shivers as the shrillness of her war cry piercing his ears intrude his memory. He never saw her. He heard her too late.
Frog states, “Don’t remind me. The flashbacks, those claws scrubbing across my side--my leg. But, not to fret my friends. I think the injury, and now recovery, has added more inches to my vertical.”
Chipmunk simply shakes his head. “We’ve had some fun times and we’ve had some scary times,” he declares.
Oriole replies, “At least we can keep the memories. I guess change will be for the better in this case.
"So the patio’s not going away it’s simply being torn up and rebuilt?” inquires Frog as he leaps off the wall of bricks. “It looks better to me already. With most of the old broken bricks now gone and the weeds removed it can be nothing but a good thing.”
“When they are replaced with new bricks and a new design it will look better than ever,”insisted Chipmunk,“until then we can still have fun like we used to. And part of that fun will be watching the patio be rebuilt.
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