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-Shire from CollieandShire

Chapter Two

America

"…The sun was shining that day, real bright and all, and we decided we'd go and see if any of the hens were interested in going for a hike or something. Y'know, enjoy nature and all. But my friend Joe saw something, something that changed our lives forever…"

Tom begins remembering that day vividly, a beautiful sunny day with him and his two friends, Bob and Joe.

"Hey dude!" Joe called, strutting ahead of his buddies. "Check it out, man! This is like, totally sick!"

Tom and Bob picked up speed and strutted over to their friend Joe, and all of them gazed down the hill towards the land below.

"Dude, what is that?" Bob asked, gesturing with his wing. Below them was a large structure that was floating on the water, a little flower painted on the front and the words Mayflower written on the side. Tiny little floating structures that were like miniatures of the large one were heading towards the shore, with strange looking creatures on them.

"Hey dude, those look like those gangsters with the arrows that live in the woods!" Joe commented. Bob agreed.

"Yeah, except they aren't wearing feathers, see?" Tom pointed out. "Dude, they've got like, something weird covering them all over!"

"Maybe there a new gang that's moving in the area to, y'know, fight the gang with the arrows." Bob suggested.

"Could be. Never know. Dudes, I think we need to steer clear of them. We don't want to get caught in the crossfire if they're an opposing gang, y'know? Someone could like, y'know, die." Tom said.

Tom drifts back to where he is now, opening an eye to see if his new friend Lee Yan is listening.

"Do you know who they were, dude?" Tom asked.

"No, I have no idea." I replied, scribbling down what he'd said so far.

"They were the gang called the pilgrims." He explained. "Anywho, they didn't end up fighting with the gang with the arrows that was already living there, they ended up being buddies and all, y'know, and even decided to make a day to feast." Tom paused, and shuddered. "It was the worst day in my life."

"How so?" I asked.

Tom starts having scenes of what happen flash in front of his eyes, remembering the terrors that he'd faced.

"Hurry Tom!" Bob called, running through the forest. Shouts followed the two Turkeys, and gun shots sounded. "Dude, those new gangsters have some fast flying arrows!"

"Keep running man!" Tom urged. "No talking!"

Tom and Bob ran around a corner, and for a minute Tom gained the edge and was ahead of his friend.

Another loud arrow was fired, and Tom heard a thunking sound behind him. He turned and cried out in horror as he stared at his friend Bob, who lay motionless on the ground.

A stray tear falls from Tom's eye.

"He was dead." He told me, another tear falling.

"D-dead?" I asked, shivering.

"Yes. Those gangsters killed him. I couldn't stop though, for those dudes would kill me next. So I ran. I ran and ran until I got to the harbor, and there was another one of those weird structures, which the pilgrims called a ship! So I ran onto the ship and, y'know, hid and all in the bottom."

"You hid in the hull?" I prodded, scribbling as fast as I could go.

"Yeah, it was like, y'know, all dark and all." Tom said. "Anyways it was so dark my bird senses kicked in. Y'know what I mean?"

I furrowed my brow and thought about this. "Are you implying that since it was dark you fell asleep?"

Tom nodded. "Can't help it man, I'm a bird. And once it gets dark, bang! I'm out like a shot, y'know?"

I nodded.

"Anyways, I have no idea how long I slept, but when I woke up I knew something was wrong…"

Tom goes back to remembering when he woke up, his head shooting up from the barrel he'd been hiding in at the sound of a big noise.

Crash! Tom jerked his head around and shrieked. The ground was moving beneath him, and everything was loud! He had no idea where he was, and flew out of the barrel he'd been hiding in. From the looks of his surroundings it looked like he was in a hollowed out tree, and there was a thunderstorm outside. A thunderstorm that was making the tree move around!

Tom becomes aware that Lee Yan is talking to him, and shakes his head.

"What did you say?" Tom asked me, his eyes proving to me he had been indeed lost in thought.

"I asked if you were scared." I repeated. "You'd just woken up, had no idea where you were and the entire ship was moving because of a storm."

"Scared? Nah. I go surfing all the time." He said. I stared at him, confused.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Nothing." He shrugged. "Just sayin'. But no, I wasn't scared at all! I just walked up the steps of what I thought was the tree and through a giant hole. The entire sea was angry, crashing and striking the tree, and then I realized I was on a ship! I then remembered everything that had happened before, and laughed."

"You laughed?" I said in disbelief.

"Yep. I was like, 'dude, that's funny. I completely forgot where I was!' and then it happened."

"What happened?"

Tom goes back to remembering.

A loud noise drew Tom's attention towards the front of the boat, where the strange two legged creatures were climbing up the masts and trying to tie down the sails. A giant wave came crashing on the boat, and Tom was swept overboard. Sputtering, he emerged on the surface and was relieved to find a board floating in the water. Scrambling up it, the turkey turned and watched as the ship sank. His heart went out to the creatures who were struggling on the water, and he couldn't stand there and do nothing.

"Dudes! Over here!" he called. But they didn't hear him. Tom watched as several of the creatures climbed onto a small boat, and smiled. "Good luck! Glad you're fine!" he shouted, and then sat down on his own little board.

Tom opens his eyes once more and glances at Lee Yan.

"You know how long I was on that board?" he asked me, uncrossing his legs and then crossing them the other direction.

I shook my head no, my eyes no doubt wide with wonder.

"Two weeks."

"Two weeks!" I squealed. "How were you able to survive for two weeks?"

"I ate fish and slept." He said. "And then one day when I woke up from one of my naps, I realized that my board had stopped moving. I sat up and what should I see but the most wonderful sight I'd ever seen in my life…"

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-Shire