Post by mizuhime on Feb 25, 2005 2:10:50 GMT -5
Nila and the Land of Unicorns
Nila looked around with caution, making sure her mother wasn’t watching. Once she was sure, she slipped over to the small unicorn figurine. Nila was a normal seven year old girl. Her hair was tied back in white ribbon and she wore a light blue dress that fell to her ankles. She looked around again with her large green eyes to check for her mother. Satisfied she was not around, she grasped the figurine and closed her eyes. She felt her body start to tingle like it fell asleep, then she opened her eyes again and blinked. She smiled once again in her secret world, a world of unicorns and magic. Nila looked around as her eyes adjusted, and she instantly saw a unicorn looking upset as it walked her way. It was maybe three feet tall and its horn was only a small point, but it had white fur and black mane. He was young like Nila, and looked horribly upset.
“Hello, I’m Nila is something wrong?” Nila called to the small unicorn, in her natural happy tone of voice. She did not like people to be sad.
“I’m too small to get the fruit in that tree,” the small unicorn whined in a soft voice, stopping to look at Nila then to a tree. He began to speak again. “I’m Solkat,” he added as an after thought.
“Well I will help you get them,” Nila said excitedly looking at the tree and had to look all the way up to the top, where many purple fruits were in clusters. “Wow that might even be higher up than my dad is tall,” Nila exclaimed.
“Thank you,” Solkat said excitedly running circles around Nila in his excited state, but then he stopped and looked up at the fruit.
They both looked at it for a long time trying to decide how they should get to the fruit. Nila jumped up but did not even come half way to the fruit. Solkat rammed the tree but only managed to hurt his head.
“I know! Stand on my back and reach,” exclaimed Solkat excitedly, lying down at the base of tree to allow Nila to get on.
Nila climbed on, and Solkat carefully lifted himself into the air. Nila reached up only a little bit away from the fruit. Just before she could grab one, Solkat’s legs gave out and they both tumbled to the ground in a heap. Nila brushed off her dress and Solkat stumbled back onto his feet.
“Well that did not work. We will never get them,” said Solkat sadly lowering his head then looking back at the delicious fruit.
“I know! I will climb it,” said Nila, determined to get the fruit.
Nila began to climb the tree, up and up she went, but only a few feet off the ground she stopped going up. There was nothing to grab onto, so she jumped down and sighed.
“Let’s ask your parents!” Nila said, knowing they would be bigger and she had met some of them before, so she did not think it would be any trouble.
“Good idea, but I am not sure where they are, and that would mean someone might get to the fruit before us,” Solkat exclaimed as if the idea was unthinkable.
So the pair sat by the tree thinking, thinking just as hard as they could. But they couldn’t come up with any ideas. So they thought and talked and thought some more. Then Solkat came up with a new idea that he thought was just grand.
“What if you tossed a rock at them? I think that could knock them down,” he said with a grin rolling some rocks over to Nila.
Nila threw the first rock and missed. It had gone too high. Her second throw was too low hitting the branch under the fruit. And her third throw hit them and knocked them down, but they hit the branch and there they would stay. They weren’t much lower at all, but Nila tried another rock and missed but this time it hit a tiny door.
The door opened and an angry owl came out and looked down at them with its big yellow eyes. Mr. Owl’s job kept him up all through the night, delivering the morning papers and getting a bite to eat. He was always asleep in the daytime and was always grumpy when he was rudely awoken.
“What are you kids doing to my tree? Get away and get away now,” shouted Owl in an angry scowl, staring at them with his huge eyes.
“I’m sorry but we just wanted some fruit,” Solkat told him looking up at the purple fruits and licking his mouth at the thought of their taste. “Hey could you get us some please?” he asked as nicely as he could, hoping Owl would give it to them. He was usually a nice fellow.
“You woke me up, and now want me to help you? Bah!” he exclaimed and walked over to the fruit they had knocked down, and dragged it into his house.
“That was mean!” said Nila quite mad at the grumpy old owl. She knew Owl hated fruit of any kind and did not think he made an exception for this one.
“Let’s go ask my dad for help,” Solkat finally said as he turned and looked into the plains.
The two walked down from the hill the tree was on, across the meadow of pink roses and yellow dandelions and into the short grass field his friends were in. They looked and asked around, but nobody seemed to know where Solkat’s parents had gone. Then they checked by the forest and found, both his mother and his father eating grass and some berries.
“Mom, Dad! Nila and I have been trying to get some Friendship fruit all day, and when we finally knocked it down with a rock, Mr. Owl took them just because we woke him up,” explained Solkat to his parents, hoping they would understand.
“I see, well why did you not come and ask us?” asked his mother looking at the two closely.
“We were afraid someone else might have taken the fruit on the tree,” Nila told them truthfully looking up at the two adult unicorns.
“Is there more on the tree?” Solkat’s mom asked with a smile.
“Yes,” Nila and Solkat said together and laughed at that very fact, they both knew the tree was full of fruit.
So they walked through the grass, through the meadow of pink roses and up the hill to the spot where the tree was,
“Mr. Owl,” called Solkat’s father, and Mr. Owls light came on as he stomped out angry again. This time though he took a calmer attitude.
“Oh hello, how are you both?” he asked trying to be polite to them, for the Unicorn heard was his biggest subscriber to his paper.
“ Very well, thank you. Could you please get some of that Fruit Mr. Owl?” asked Solkat’s mom and the Owl was all to happy to do it. He picked many of the fruits and brought them right down, then excused himself to go back to bed.
Nila looked around with caution, making sure her mother wasn’t watching. Once she was sure, she slipped over to the small unicorn figurine. Nila was a normal seven year old girl. Her hair was tied back in white ribbon and she wore a light blue dress that fell to her ankles. She looked around again with her large green eyes to check for her mother. Satisfied she was not around, she grasped the figurine and closed her eyes. She felt her body start to tingle like it fell asleep, then she opened her eyes again and blinked. She smiled once again in her secret world, a world of unicorns and magic. Nila looked around as her eyes adjusted, and she instantly saw a unicorn looking upset as it walked her way. It was maybe three feet tall and its horn was only a small point, but it had white fur and black mane. He was young like Nila, and looked horribly upset.
“Hello, I’m Nila is something wrong?” Nila called to the small unicorn, in her natural happy tone of voice. She did not like people to be sad.
“I’m too small to get the fruit in that tree,” the small unicorn whined in a soft voice, stopping to look at Nila then to a tree. He began to speak again. “I’m Solkat,” he added as an after thought.
“Well I will help you get them,” Nila said excitedly looking at the tree and had to look all the way up to the top, where many purple fruits were in clusters. “Wow that might even be higher up than my dad is tall,” Nila exclaimed.
“Thank you,” Solkat said excitedly running circles around Nila in his excited state, but then he stopped and looked up at the fruit.
They both looked at it for a long time trying to decide how they should get to the fruit. Nila jumped up but did not even come half way to the fruit. Solkat rammed the tree but only managed to hurt his head.
“I know! Stand on my back and reach,” exclaimed Solkat excitedly, lying down at the base of tree to allow Nila to get on.
Nila climbed on, and Solkat carefully lifted himself into the air. Nila reached up only a little bit away from the fruit. Just before she could grab one, Solkat’s legs gave out and they both tumbled to the ground in a heap. Nila brushed off her dress and Solkat stumbled back onto his feet.
“Well that did not work. We will never get them,” said Solkat sadly lowering his head then looking back at the delicious fruit.
“I know! I will climb it,” said Nila, determined to get the fruit.
Nila began to climb the tree, up and up she went, but only a few feet off the ground she stopped going up. There was nothing to grab onto, so she jumped down and sighed.
“Let’s ask your parents!” Nila said, knowing they would be bigger and she had met some of them before, so she did not think it would be any trouble.
“Good idea, but I am not sure where they are, and that would mean someone might get to the fruit before us,” Solkat exclaimed as if the idea was unthinkable.
So the pair sat by the tree thinking, thinking just as hard as they could. But they couldn’t come up with any ideas. So they thought and talked and thought some more. Then Solkat came up with a new idea that he thought was just grand.
“What if you tossed a rock at them? I think that could knock them down,” he said with a grin rolling some rocks over to Nila.
Nila threw the first rock and missed. It had gone too high. Her second throw was too low hitting the branch under the fruit. And her third throw hit them and knocked them down, but they hit the branch and there they would stay. They weren’t much lower at all, but Nila tried another rock and missed but this time it hit a tiny door.
The door opened and an angry owl came out and looked down at them with its big yellow eyes. Mr. Owl’s job kept him up all through the night, delivering the morning papers and getting a bite to eat. He was always asleep in the daytime and was always grumpy when he was rudely awoken.
“What are you kids doing to my tree? Get away and get away now,” shouted Owl in an angry scowl, staring at them with his huge eyes.
“I’m sorry but we just wanted some fruit,” Solkat told him looking up at the purple fruits and licking his mouth at the thought of their taste. “Hey could you get us some please?” he asked as nicely as he could, hoping Owl would give it to them. He was usually a nice fellow.
“You woke me up, and now want me to help you? Bah!” he exclaimed and walked over to the fruit they had knocked down, and dragged it into his house.
“That was mean!” said Nila quite mad at the grumpy old owl. She knew Owl hated fruit of any kind and did not think he made an exception for this one.
“Let’s go ask my dad for help,” Solkat finally said as he turned and looked into the plains.
The two walked down from the hill the tree was on, across the meadow of pink roses and yellow dandelions and into the short grass field his friends were in. They looked and asked around, but nobody seemed to know where Solkat’s parents had gone. Then they checked by the forest and found, both his mother and his father eating grass and some berries.
“Mom, Dad! Nila and I have been trying to get some Friendship fruit all day, and when we finally knocked it down with a rock, Mr. Owl took them just because we woke him up,” explained Solkat to his parents, hoping they would understand.
“I see, well why did you not come and ask us?” asked his mother looking at the two closely.
“We were afraid someone else might have taken the fruit on the tree,” Nila told them truthfully looking up at the two adult unicorns.
“Is there more on the tree?” Solkat’s mom asked with a smile.
“Yes,” Nila and Solkat said together and laughed at that very fact, they both knew the tree was full of fruit.
So they walked through the grass, through the meadow of pink roses and up the hill to the spot where the tree was,
“Mr. Owl,” called Solkat’s father, and Mr. Owls light came on as he stomped out angry again. This time though he took a calmer attitude.
“Oh hello, how are you both?” he asked trying to be polite to them, for the Unicorn heard was his biggest subscriber to his paper.
“ Very well, thank you. Could you please get some of that Fruit Mr. Owl?” asked Solkat’s mom and the Owl was all to happy to do it. He picked many of the fruits and brought them right down, then excused himself to go back to bed.