"It's cold… and dark…" I quietly said to myself wile walking down the familiar streets of my naborhood. It must have been at least 11:00 at night when I finally decided I couldn't sleep and that maybe getting a little fresh air would calm my mind from its anxious thoughts. I pulled my winter coat closer to me and sighed, which turned into an icy smoke. The sound of my heavy boot crunching in the four inch deep snow, big snow flaks were falling every where and everything was covered in a layer of white. I smiled lightly at the beautiful scene before me, thought I couldn't see too much at night the orange street lights lighting up every block or so.
Then I saw a black flash under one of the street lights, I perked up "Was that an owl?" I asked my self, I thought an owl would have been bigger… I quickened my pace to the light post to see the bird perched at the top of the light. Well it's not an owl… I thought trying to look closer, but the light was pointing down… not up. I sighed… what is it? I started to get really puzzled when a voice said "What chya' looking at little girl?" I jumped and looked up, did it just speak? "Who, w-what?" I asked, looking around to see if some one was pulling my leg. "I said what are you looking at." You herd the voice again, you were certain it came from the bird.
"I-it must be that I'm tiered that's it, I-I am now hallucinating… I'm going home. Good night." I told my self and turned around to walk home. Then something landed on my head "Ack! Get off me!" I said as I franticly tried to get it off my head, then it flew in front of me, now it was in the light. "You're… a puffin?" I said questioning; you've never seen a puffin around these parts before… "What do you mean 'you're a puffin'? Of coarse I'm a puffin." The puffin said. Now I must be losing it… you thought to your self. "And not just any puffin may I add you, I am Mr. Puffin." he said ruffling his feathers. I waited as if he wasn't done, but I guess he was… "Creative name…" I said sarcastically. "It's not my fault! I was given the name by some…" and then he mumbled some unpleasant words. "So you're owned?" I asked. "What? No! I-I am just his friend…unfortunately…" he mumbled the last word which I heard this time. "Oh…" "So what's you're name miss?" he asked "oh, [n]." I said smiling then he got a cocky smile, if a puffin could have such a thing "not vary creative." He teased. "Hey! I didn't choose it my…" then I smiled seeing the ironic connection "my parents gave it to me…" "So you're owned" he asked. And then I just laughed "haha, yep… looks like were in the same boat. Haha" the puffin seemed to enjoy my laughter but soon realized his 'owner' wouldn't be too happy that he wasn't home right now. "I should start heading back home." He said sadly. You frowned, you hated good byes "yep me too." You said. He started waddle away and you watched him go then he turned around "It was nice meeting you [n]!" you smiled "You too, Mr. Puffin!" you replied and waved as you started to make your way home. The anxiety had been replaced with bubbly happiness. "I wonder who his owner is, that would be cool… to own a talking puffin…"
sorry that it is so short :(
I'm not sure if I'll continue this, but if you want more just tell me :)