Two Brother Chipmunks – America & England
Two chipmunks living their daily lives until they encountered a hawk. Who knew the hawk brought them an adventure instead of their deaths. Arthur seeks to find and bring back Alfred, his brother.
"I AM THE HERO! YAHOO~"
Arthur let out a huge sigh. Why can't Alfred be more mature? He sighed again as Alfred landed face first into a murky pile of mud.
"Oh please… Stop acting like a monkey swinging around boughs. And what are you now? A pig?" Arthur crouched down and prodded the viscous mud with a twig.
"Monkey? Pig? Aren't we chipmunks?" Alfred stopped rolling around and glanced up at Arthur with an innocent sparkle in his beady, sapphire eyes.
Sheesh… Is this really the younger brother I raised? Slowly, Arthur stood up, turned on his heels and lumbered away from Alfred to gather some dry, dead leaves. "Yes we are chipmunks. Now stop fooling around and help me collect some soft and dry leaves."
"Heh heh! Let the Hero do it!" Alfred scrambled out of the mucky pile of earth and scampered off in the opposite direction.
"Don't wander off too far!" Arthur yelled after Alfred as he faded into the luxuriant foliage.
Just then, the dense canopy of an oak tree ruffled, causing a leaf to drift down before landing lightly atop Arthur's head.
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I'm the Hero, I'm the best. Alfred beamed as he mused to himself. Alfred the Hero will bring a ton of leaves back and make Artie happy. Alfred's grin grew wider as he picked up more leaves.
He was soon distracted as he heard a rustling of leaves overhead, followed by a shower of verdant leaves upon him. Alfred craned his head and looked up. Wow… Alfred thought as he marvelled at the magnificent sight of the falling leaves that drifted lazily on a balmy breeze.
His attention was soon garnered on a leaden figure amid the falling leaves gliding towards him. Sensing danger, Alfred dropped the many leaves he had collected to please Arthur and scurried in the direction where he came from; Arthur had once mentioned about giant birds, Alfred recalled. They would swoop down, grab you with their big talon-like claws all in an instant and when they're hungry, they rend your flesh clean off your bones while you're still alive.
Alfred let out a strangulated squeak of fear. I'm a Hero! Heroes don't get eaten alive! I'm still too young too! Artie… Artie! "ARTIE!"
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Arthur started as the tranquil silence of the forest was suddenly shattered by a shriek, that seemed to belong to Alfred, echoing throughout the forest. "Alfred?" Arthur frowned and knitted his bushy eyebrows. Taking a few steps forward, he called out, "ALFRED?"
"ARTIE!"
Arthur's emerald eyes widened – so much so that they threatened to come out of their sockets – when a chestnut ball of fur hurled right at him at a blistering speed. "Wha–"
The furry ball rammed straight into Arthur and now there were two furry auburn balls rolling across the forest floor. Both Arthur and Alfred rolled for a while before crashing into a nearby tree.
"WHAT THE H–" Arthur's jaw dropped to the ground when he spotted a grey figure, belonging to that of a hawk, approaching them at lightning speed from where Alfred had appeared. "H- H- HAWK!"
Grabbing Arthur's diminutive wrist, Alfred tugged at his arm roughly, "Arthur! ARTHUR! WE NEED TO GO!"
"BLOODY HELL!" Arthur scrambled to his feet and scurried away with Alfred before stealing a glance at the hawk in pursuit of them.
Said hawk was hot on their heels. Arthur and Alfred were just not fast enough. Given two chipmunks and a hawk, the outcome was obvious. The massive predator narrowed its eyes on a target, extended its sharp claws, and readied itself to swoop down…
"Haa… HAA! ARTIE! ARTIE ARTIE ARTIE ARTIE ARTIE …" Alfred could not help but flail his limbs and holler for Arthur as he found himself scurrying on air.
Trepidation flashed across his face as Arthur took in what happened. The hawk had already gained on them. It had swooped down and sunk its giant claws on the minute shoulders of the chipmunk on the left, sending droplets of scarlet blood splattering like confetti. Subconsciously, Arthur ran his right arm across his face to wipe away the blood of his own brother away. A-Alfred..?
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