Off in a field there were a group of mice playing a game that consisted of finding a ball after another player throws it
Off in a field there were a group of bunnies playing a game that consisted of finding a ball after another player throws it. It was Turnip Turnbine's turn to find the ball.
Ball, ball, ball, where's the ball, oh look a clover! Focus hmm… Hey look there it is coming at m- Bam! It hit him in the face.
Courtesy of one of the other boys throwing it at him. "Come on Turnip! Pay attention!" The coach rolled his eyes at Turnips scattered mind while everyone laughed at him. Turnip looked at the ground, as always HE did something wrong.
Ever since the day he was born other animals cast weary or startled looks at him, he did not know the exact reason but figured it was his small body, no cotton tail, and the fact he had no father.
He was cursed they would tell him cursed since the day he was born.
"Well, well, well if it isn't tiny turnip trying to do something that he can't, and failing like always!" One of the other bunnies jeered at him.
All the other bunnies laughed and poor Turnip just drooped his head and started to hop back to his home. "Why do I even try?" he said softly to himself with a tear falling swiftly from his tiny violet eye.
The sun was setting over the horizon with shades of pink, orange, and little bit of blue that still held the story of the day. It had been a wonderful day for Turnip, he had found a nice piece of rope to chew on, and his mother's garden had some nice vegetables that were ready to eat!
Oh how Turnip loved to eat, he basically loved to chew anything he could get his tiny little paws on. It were days like these when Turnip knew he was wanted. His mother gave him love and he always felt joy whenever he was with her.
Only his mothers words could comfort him when he came home crying because he got made fun of. "Turnip! Your dinner is getting cold, won't you come in to dine?" His mother called to him.
He got up from the log he was sitting on and began to make his way into the house when suddenly there was a flash.
He quickly looked at the sky and there were odd colors breaking out everywhere! Shades of purple, green, and silver were dancing with the moon, and illuminating the sky. Then suddenly, it disappeared and left Turnip standing there in awe.
That sure was pretty, wonder where those colors came from, that don't happen every night. I wonder-"Turnip, please come in to eat your dinner!" His mother's call broke through his thoughts. With nothing else to do, he turned and walked in to his home.
"Could you make that more noticeable?!" The man yelled at the cloaked figure.
"Do not worry no one saw that I'm sure of it." The cloaked figure croaked back.
"Okay good, we do not need anyone interfering with our plans to over throw the new kings and queens of Narnia now do we?" the man said with evil blaring in his eyes. " We shall have vengeance on our queen, all hail Jadis, the REAL queen of Nairnia!"
"Wake up Turnip, It's a new day and it's a new start" Mrs
"Wake up Turnip, It's a new day and it's a new start" Mrs. Turnbine woke her son with optimistic words. She believed that the key to a good day was a good start.
She also believed in a big breakfast, Turnip was pleased. When he was finished breakfast he set out to complete his daily chores.
He was just about to shake the rug out when he heard a noise. He started for the door but hesitated, he really should finish his chores before he got distracted. So with that thought, he went to finish what he started, it probably was nothing anyways.
" How much longer will this take?" the man demanded the cloaked figure.
"Patience is the key here Kyle." the cloaked figure practically sang back.
"Well, Bolgat we may not have much time before people start to notice the changing sky at night." Kyle stated. "Not to mention the sound during the day, People will notice!"
Bolgat let out a humongous laugh, "Like those Narnian people will, oh wait they aren't people, they're stupid animals that can talk." He laughed again, a laugh to send shudders down even the strongest and bravest warrior's spine.
He was a being that the devil himself turned away, a dragon would not even come within 60 feet of him. There is no specific name for one like Bolgat, he was simply a being cloaked if you would like to add.
"In case you haven't noticed, the new queens and kings ARE human" Kyle said matter of factly.
"Just let me do my work" Bolgat spat at him.
Dusk had arrived and the sky was once again beautiful as ever. Turnip loved the Narnian summer, especially since this was the first time he had ever experienced one. Narnia was under a harsh rule for about 100 years. A witch over took the country, her name was Jadus.
Turnip hated that woman, no monster was the word. He still remembers that one day his father had set out to war against her, and had gotten himself in some trouble when guards spotted him and shot arrows at him. Turnip was with him. His father made sure that Turnip had gotten away, he remembered being so scared and he was so young, only 4 months old.
His tiny body made it easy to dodge those arrows, though his father wasn't as lucky it was all a blur after Turnip noticed his father wasn't behind him. He froze for a minute and an arrow cut his tail off, Turnip bolted screaming like a dumb bunny.
8 years later and here he is, he hasn't grown much, ignorant animals talk behind his back
because they simply didn't understand, they chose not to know what happened that day. It didn't help that Turnip refused to talk about it, they believe he was cursed by Jadis, they believed he had an evil soul.
He had heard that most of Narnian citizens were pretty nice, just not where he came from. Everyday was hard for Turnip; his mother was the only one who understood.