So here I am. I'm finally on spring break, cause my school is dumb and only gives us a week. So I'm gonna updater cause I'm on a roll. Disclaimer: I own nothing with pixie dust and wings, unless you count these hot wings that seem to sparkle.
Bobble, forced out of his own workshop and full of nerve, went out in search of Tinkerbell. He found her just finishing up her game of checkers with Terrence. While he had some time to spare, he tried thinking of what he was going to do. Something, he realized too late, he should've done before he allowed Silvermist to force him out here.
"So what cha gonna do?" asked a voice behind him, interrupting his thoughts.
He turned around startled and saw it was Fawn.
"So? What cha gonna do?" she asked again.
"Um . . . . I'm not sure just yet." He replied hesitantly.
"Well, you better hurry up," she said, hovering over him. "Don't tell me you never thought of what you'd do if you could."
"Well, I mean. . . perhaps, at times." He mumbled.
"Ah-huh, I see." Said Fawn, assuringly "Well, if there's one thing I know it's this; nothing gets people's attention more than glory, especially girls'"
"How would you know?" he asked.
"Oh, gee, I don't know, lucky guess." She said with a happy-sarcastic tone.
"Ay, right, sorry." Said Bobble.
"So all we have to do is make Tinkerbell see you being heroic."
"But isn't that a little. . . . Dishonest?"
"What? No, no! It's. . . . like playing a game." Said Fawn. "Yeah yeah! Imagine we're playing save the baby bird!"
"Playing the. . save . .what?" asked Bobble, confused as Fawn flew up to a high tree. She flew to a bird's nest a chirped something to the baby birds in it. They chirped back happily and she flew back down to Bobble.
"Okay, it's all set," she said. "Follow my lead."
"Wait, what are we doing?" he asked as she flew away again. "What's going on?"
"Bobble?" asked a voice from the other side of the bush.
Bobble turned around embarrassed and saw it was Tinkerbell who had spoken.
"Oh, well hello there Ms. Bell." he said. "Um. . . . How are things?"
'Uh, fine." She said. "And you? What are, what are you doing?"
"Oh, I was here with Ms. Fawn." He said.
"Oh. So where is Fawn?"
"Oh, well. She uh, she uh. . . ."
Just then Fawn's voice cam from the tree where the nest was.
"Oh no!" she exclaimed. "Someone do something! The baby bird fell!"
They both looked up and saw the little bird falling helplessly from the tree. Bobble quickly ran under in it hopes of catching it. He swiveled left and right, nervous and not well balanced, hoping he'd catch it. And when he did, it landed on top of him. It was safe, but it was ON TOP OF HIM!!!
"Uh, could someone be as so kind as to lend me a hand?" he said from beneath the bird who was awfully heavy for a baby. Terrence flew over.
"Hey there little guy." He said sweetly. "Don't be scared, I'm here to help you." He said Extended his hand. ;'That's right little buddy, everything's okay." And he picked him up and brought the bird safely to his nest.
"Try to careful, okay pal?" said Terrence and the happy little bird gave a thankful cheep.
"Aw, Terrence!" said Tink. "That was so sweet."
And they flew back to their game, leaving poor Bobble by himself on the ground.
"Well that didn't go like I planned." Said Fawn, swooping down to help him up.
"I'll say," he said sadly, rising to his feet. "If Terrence hadn't been there, who knows what would've happened to that little bird."
"Oh, it would've have been fine," said Fawn. "Chirper's an excellent flyer as well as an amazing little actor."
Bobble sighed. "I guess I'm just not the heroic type."
"No, no you're not." Said Fawn, thinking. "Maybe one of the others has an idea."
Okay, there's more to go. Since I can't wait to update now, I think I'm gonna do all the ideas I had ya'll vote on. But I would love if you had ideas for specifics. Remember to review because . . . . because. . . . BECAUSE I TOLD YOU TO!!!! Please?