• I live in a small cabin in maine. Every day I have to fight to protect my one and only friend. Jack, a small newborn bird that I found still in its egg. See one day I was taking a walk in the woods and something cought my eye. A little white egg just peeping out from behind a bush. I picked it up and put it in my pocket. Well first I looked in every witch way before I picked it up and started to run. See, in my part people are very aggressive for anything thing they can find. So I quickly ran back to my cabin and locked the door. I brought it up to my room and fond some napkins and set them up like a nest. I put the egg right in the center of the nest and called it quits for the night. I turned off the light and fell asleep. Weeks passed just like this. Every day I'd take a walk, eat, go down to the river and get some water, then head back to the cabin and so on. One night it was really hot so I opened the window and went to bed. The next morning I woke up and heard a loud screech. I looked in the nest to see if the egg was safe but to my surprise it was gone. I looked at the window and saw little muddy foot prints (most likly a cat or raccoon) all over. Something must have come in at night and took the egg. " Damn it!" I shouted. I raced out side to see what was going on. I saw a cat and a small yellow little chick battling. Yeah the small little bird was actually putting up a fight. It kept jumping up at the cat and pecking at it. "Oh no", I thought. "This is not gonna turn out well." The cat was very annoyed at this time and without warning grabbed the little chick and threw it up in the air. It landed on it's wing and let out a loud cry. "No!" I yelled as I grabbed my shoutfork. I took aim at the cats feet and fired. It didn't hit the cat, it was just a warning shot. It ran away faster than I could explain in words. I suddenly rushed over to the little chick and grabbed him. "That must of been one hell of a way to wake up." It seemed that he had broke his wing or twisted it or something.


    CHAPTER 2

    I took him in side to check out his wing. I got an ice pack, and tied to his arm with a small bandage. Later that morning I took him to the doctor's house, a few miles from here. He was used to seeing me almost every other week. I would always come there with a broken finger, twisted ankle, stuff like that. Once I got there, He said " Another broken bone?" "No, not this time." I showed him the little bird. " Oh well, what have we got here, Looks like this little bird twisted his wing pretty bad." "Thats what I thought." "I think your just going to have to keep that ice pack on for a week or two."