Hi everyone. First off, I'd like to thank those who left their nice reviews for the last chapter. It's great to know that there's people out there who actually like my little fanfic ^-^.
I'd also like to apologize for not updating this in, well, months. I despise it when I read a really interesting or well written fanfic, only to find that the author goes on hiatus, and now I've officially become just that. Well now I've learned my lesson, any new stories that I want to post are going to be completed before hand. I'll do my best to finish this, but please be aware that I do spend the majority of my life elsewhere and that there may be long gaps in between updates. Thank you again. :D
DISCLAIMER: The film Tangled and all its characters are copyrighted to the Walt Disney co. The rest is all from my own imagination. In no way do I own, nor plan to make money profit off of this fan fiction.
She Needs A Friend
Chapter Two
One day the sun was setting behind the high cliffs that surrounded the lush green valley I called home. The sky adopted a glorious orange glow as puffy pink clouds drifted by. I had just woken up from a late afternoon nap hungry and went out to the field to look for something to snack on. There were a few white winged butterflies fluttering around nearby, which normally would have satisfied my growling stomach, but not on that day. I spotted something in the field far better than any measly little butterfly. There, about two feet away, was the biggest butterfly I had ever seen. It was a fat black one with black and emerald green wings so big I could have curled up on one of them and gone to sleep. Those wings gradually rose and fell as the butterfly rested on a blade of grass. I crept towards it like a cat would when stalking a mouse. Very slowly I inched closer to the insect; I could practically taste those delectable long curly feelers on my tongue. Just as I was about to try and catch it, it suddenly flapped its wings and flew about six feet away before landing on a dandelion. Unfazed, I crawled closer to it. My rumbling stomach demanded to have that butterfly. This time I changed my scale colors to a shade of green closely resembling the tall grass that surrounded me. This way I could camouflage better. In the blink of an eye I shot out my tongue, and just like that I missed the target. The butterfly flew off to the high tower. I pulled my tongue back into my mouth, and quickly followed the butterfly. The sun was almost gone. Darkness would soon be another disadvantage for me. With what little light there was, I watched as the bug landed on the vines meandering their way up the stone bricks. It had gone a good twenty feet off the ground: practically taunting me.
Without paying attention to what I was getting myself into, I hurried over to where the roots of the vines touched the ground and met the large bricks. I grabbed on to the vines and climbed up with ease. I slowed my pasting as I escalated higher and closer to the butterfly. I was getting frustrated with my meal being so difficult to catch, but I knew I had to be patient if there was going to be any chance of satisfying my appetite. The butterfly, however, was just as determined to get away as I was of catching it. I had to admit, most of my prey didn't even get to last half as long as this one did in our chase. It kept
fluttering higher and higher along the branches so it hovered just out of my reach. The insect kept going until it reached the large opened window. I was hope poured into my veins when I found the butterfly had rested on a white daisy planted in a flower pot. This was it. This was my chance to snag the biggest dinner I could ever feast on. To finally be the victor of this game I'd been forced to play for what, according to my stomach, felt like hours. I slashed out my tongue for the last time to satisfy my starving tummy.
Missed.
The butterfly was a breath away from being mine, but my efforts proved to be for naught as it fluttered off the daisy pedals at the last millisecond. A jolt of disappointment washed over me as I watched my dinner fly towards the top of the cliffs in the distance and onwards until it was no more than a speck in the sky.
There I was, exhausted from the climb up and dumbfounded by the fact that I had let the best meal I could ever ask for literally fly away. I felt my stomach churn and rumble as it growled for the twelfth time. I looked in the flower pots to find something to eat, but I couldn't even find a ladybug to nibble on. Then I noticed the window. The opening towered high above me as I gazed up at the wood carvings. I inched closer to the edge of the window stile and looked down towards the ground below. A sudden wooziness overcame me, giving my growling stomach a run for its money. There was no way I could climb down now.
What to do…
