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The Song of Hope:
A Chipmunk Story
Book One:
Forgotten
Chapter 6:
"The Cold"
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The windswept dunes of the outback slowly turned into patches of dense thickets of scraggly trees. There was a bite in the air under the cloudy sky, and everything smelled of rain and mud and wet earth.
Somewhere in the midst of it all, a tiny voice was singing.
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"It kind of feels like I'm lost in a dream,
I keep on running, I don't want to be seen,
I know there's something after me.
My heart is beating as I run out the door,
Feel like I'm falling as my feet touch the floor,
I jump, not on the ground anymore.
And I'm falling, I'm falling,
I'm falling faster than the sun."
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Brittany's little voice was almost swallowed up by the sound of the wind rustling through the trees. She marched along with Jeanette and Ellie close on her heels, the younger chipmunks listening intently to her slow, sad song. Ellie especially seemed enamored by her voice, having never heard anything like it before.
Jeanette knew the words, too, Brittany knew, but she still wasn't the right Jeanette. She tried to ignore how that made her feel, and kept singing.
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"I kind of feel like I'm under the world,
The wind is howling and it's making me twirl,
I jump, I think it's finally my time.
I see the door, I'm getting closer at last,
No one can see me, I'm running so fast,
I know I've reached my home at last.
And I'm falling, I'm falling,
I'm falling faster than the sun."
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The unlikely trio were in fact following the sun as it drifted overhead, peeking through the occasional rolling cloud. Brittany kept her eyes on those clouds, wondering if at any moment they might break open and send another flood to wash her little misfit parade away for good. Other than the occasional spitting rain, however, there was nothing but the wind.
She was exhausted from the events of the day, and her voice hurt from all the singing, but it seemed to keep Jeanette and Ellie content, so she kept on going for a little while longer.
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"Yeah, I'm falling, I'm falling,
I'm falling faster than the sun..."
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Jeanette abruptly fainted again as they were passing through a thicket, much to the alarm of both Brittany and Ellie.
"This just...happens sometimes," Brittany said aloud, trying to reassure herself as much as Ellie as she rolled the unconscious Jeanette into a soft patch of dirt in the sunlight. She wasn't sure Ellie understood, but it stopped her from panicking, so that was good enough.
The newest chipmunk proved herself useful fairly soon. As Brittany took the downtime to forage for berries and nuts to keep them going, Ellie was down on all fours, scrabbling around through the underbrush with her nose in the dirt.
Brittany watched her incredulously while dumping a few withered berries into their collection pile. Ellie made a yipping noise, then plowed into the earth like a tiny mole, spraying dirt behind her as she went. After a moment, her tiny head popped out. She was holding a bunch of dangling white blobs in her teeth.
"What are those supposed to be?" Brittany asked flatly as Ellie dropped the bunch at her feet, sitting on all fours and smiling up at her.
"Oh, tubers!" Jeanette exclaimed as she burst back to life.
Brittany and Ellie screamed in surprise and grabbed onto one another.
"Jeanette!" Brittany yelled, before calming herself, "I mean, uh...you're awake!"
"I feel like I slept forever," Jeanette muttered, rubbing her head blearily. She squinted up at the dirty little chipmunk clinging to her sister.
"Who...is that?" she asked.
Brittany glanced at Ellie, who still clung to her side. She promptly dropped the tiny chipmunk on her bottom with an annoyed huff and gave Jeanette a critical glare.
"You're serious?" she asked, "You don't remember any of that!?"
"Any of what?"
"The river!" Brittany snapped.
"What river?"
"The dingoes!"
Jeanette shrunk down. "Dingoes!? What dingoes!?"
Brittany picked Ellie up by the scruff of her neck and held her out at Jeanette. "The dingoes this little clod of fur belonged to before we stole her, apparently!"
Ellie growled at Brittany but gave Jeanette a friendly grin.
"Ellie!" she exclaimed.
Jeanette scrunched her brow and squinted at the dirty blonde little chipmunk.
"Well, uh...uh...um..."
Brittany dropped Ellie on her bottom again and sighed, trudging off through the leaves.
"Forget it. Just stay here and rest. I'll be back with something better than whatever dingo-girl pulled out of the mud."
Ellie stood, grumbling as she rubbed her backside. She turned to follow Brittany, but paused. She looked at Jeanette with a tiny concerned expression and tilted her head. Jeanette could only stare back, squinting as she tried to make out the younger chipmunk's dirty features.
"Brinney?" Ellie asked.
"No, uh..." Jeanette stuttered, "I'm...I'm Jeanette. It's very nice to meet you, Ellie." She smiled and held out her hand.
Ellie stared at her hand as if it were going to bite her, then back into Jeanette's eyes. There was real concern and confusion on her tiny face, and Jeanette's smile began to fade.
"Gin...gin...et," Ellie tried softly, "No Brinney."
With that, the tiny chipmunk scurried off after Brittany to forage for what scarce food remained in the woodland. Jeanette stayed behind, sitting in a patch of sunlight. Everything was a miserable brown blur in her eyes, and she had no choice but to wait for her sister's return.
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"Ew ew ew ew!" Brittany shrieked, hiding behind Jeanette, "Get that nasty thing away from me you weirdo!"
Ellie looked between Brittany and the fat grub worm she was holding, looking somewhat befuddled. She held out the wriggling white thing again, causing both sisters to recoil away.
"Num!" she exclaimed, waggling her little ears.
"No num!" Brittany yelled, "Get it away!"
"Num!"
"Ew! No!"
Jeanette stared cross-eyed at the bulbous little grub in front of her nose as it wiggled around with scraggly orange legs. She tried her best to stay positive as always. "Well, uh...they are full of nutrients, especially protein, which we need to-"
"Oh, ugh! Bleh!" Brittany pretended to retch, bending herself over dramatically.
Jeanette glanced at Ellie's beaming little face, then back to the fat grub, considering it for a moment. Ellie at least seemed to know what she was doing, after all.
"Maybe it's...not so bad," Jeanette shrugged, and to her sister's horror, slowly opened her mouth and leaned forward. She winced as her tiny lips brushed the lumpy grub. Brittany clapped her hands over her mouth and readied herself to be sick.
The grub wasn't having it, and promptly latched onto Jeanette's nose with scraggly little claws. Jeanette screamed in alarm, leapt to her feet, and sprinted off through the brush, stumbling and swatting at her face.
"Let go! Get off! Aehhhh!"
"Jeanette!" Brittany called, chasing after her sister, "Jeanette, slow down already!"
Brittany and Jeanette ran in a shrieking, yelling blur around the brush as Ellie watched from the middle, her face twisted with bewilderment. Jeanette finally crashed into a sapling and was flung backwards, barreling over her sister. Brittany fought her way on top, grabbed the grub off Jeanette's face, and flung it back at Ellie with a squeak of disgust.
"Ugh!" Brittany snapped, wiping her hand on her chest, "No more bugs! That's just- ugh! Jeanette, are you...uh, Jeanette?"
Jeanette was staring at her tiny pink nose as it waggled and scrunched about.
"Uh, Jean, what are you making that face for?" Brittany asked flatly.
"I'm not sure, it's never...done this...before," Jeanette replied, her nose twitching and dancing around by itself. Brittany watched her cross-eyed face for a moment longer before gently grabbing Jeanette's nose with one hand.
"Alright Jeanette, you're wierding me out a little," Brittany quipped. She looked up just in time to see Ellie wolf down the grub worm. Brittany's face fell in horror as it disappeared down the new chipmunk's tiny throat. Ellie looked back at her and smiled, a drop of green oozing from her mouth. Brittany retched again, this time for real, and stumbled off of Jeanette.
"But not as much as you!" Brittany snapped, pointing an angry finger at Ellie, but looking away from her in disgust, "What is wrong with you!?"
"Finda gooda nom!" Ellie shot back, "Cheepa no good!"
"Keep your nasty bugs to yourself!"
"'Tupid cheepa!"
"Freak!"
"Whoa, whoa," Jeanette, regaining her composure and calming her dancing nose, finally rolled into a sitting position, "Both of you really need to calm down and take a breath, okay?"
"But she keeps-..." Brittany spat.
"Breathe, sister," Jeanette said firmly, "We're hungry and tired. We can't make it alone. Ellie has a great skill for sniffing out food."
"The nastiest food possible!"
"Okay other than the bugs, yes."
Ellie crossed her arms indignantly.
"But," Jeanette added, "She also found tubers, which means she can search for things we can't see. And for now, I can't see much of anything. We need the help."
It was Brittany's turn to cross her arms, trading needle glances with Ellie. She growled out a sigh. "Fine," she said, before pointing at the small chipmunk again, "But no more bugs!"
"No more bugs...please?" Jeanette asked extra sweetly, clasping her hands together.
Ellie looked between them and wiped her mouth. "Cheepa no nom a grubba. Okay."
"Glad that's settled," Brittany muttered bitterly, "So can we please go-"
An abrupt, rude gurgle sounded from Brittany's belly. Brittany turned red as Jeanette and Ellie took to snickering at her. She stomped off indignantly towards the sad collection of food.
"...eat," she finished under her breath.
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Two dirty tubers, three wrinkled berries, a mushroom cap, and two acorns lay between the exhausted travelers. After sniffing one of the berries, Ellie hurled it into the woods, muttering something in her garbled language that told Brittany and Jeanette that it may have been poisonous. Jeanette likewise studied the mushroom for a long while, before shaking her head and tossing it, too.
"It's too hard to tell," she mumbled, "And not worth the risk."
Brittany took up an acorn and bit into it, but coughed and spat as it disintegrated under her teeth. The inside was rotten and dark. Grumbling, she tossed it into the woods and crossed her arms, squeezing her middle to make her belly stay quiet. Her hunger was a gnarled fist in her tummy.
Ellie grabbed a berry and stuffed it in her mouth before anyone could protest. She winced and spat out a cluster of seeds. Wiping purple across her mouth, she reached for the last acorn as well, but Brittany batted her hand away.
"Would you slow down?" Brittany snapped, "This is all we've got!"
"You did have a...meal, earlier, Ellie," Jeanette added gently. Ellie crossed her arms and twisted her mouth in a way that threatened to make Jeanette smile. It looked too much like a tiny, dirty Brittany.
Brittany noticed Jeanette squinting at the remaining berry, and nudged it at her with one foot. "Here, Jean, you could use it."
Jeanette took the berry and held it in front of her nose, looking it over.
"Are you sure?" she said, "That just leaves the-..."
A soft crunching made the two sisters turn. Ellie was munching on the acorn. She saw them staring, paused- and started gnawing even faster.
"Hey!" Brittany yelled, grabbing the remaining half of the acorn away from the tiny growling chipmunk, "You need to learn to share!" She tossed the piece to Jeanette, who missed the catch and squeaked as it bounced off her chest.
"Oops, sorry, Jeanette."
"It's fine, but..." Jeanette murmured, "What are you going to eat?"
Brittany held up the tubers and looked them over. They were white and bulbous, awfully similar to the fat grub Ellie had eaten, and streaked with red mud. A few odd stringy roots stuck out at odd angles like a bad hairdo. Her stomach whined a pitiful plea at the questionably edible mess.
"I'll, uh...wash these off when we find some more water," Brittany sighed, slinging the tubers over her shoulder and rising to her feet. She tried to hide how much her legs were shaking. "Come on, the sun's running away from us."
Jeanette munched down the acorn followed by the berry, her face scrunching from the bitterness, but she knew better than to complain. She might not be able to see well, but she was still Brittany's sister, and she knew when something was wrong.
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On and on they traveled, one bare footstep at a time, until their feet were sore and their fur ragged and messy from being tangled with plants. They were matted with mud and dirt and dust up to their hips, except Ellie, who seemed permanently dirty from head to toe.
Brittany trudged along wearily, staring up at the sun as it began to sink towards the horizon. The sky to their backs was already dark with the colors of the coming dusk, where a few stars twinkled over the trees. Her labored breaths curled around her dirty cheeks, visible in air as the cold began to set in.
"We need shelter," Brittany finally said, plopping down next to a crooked old tree. She took an irritable bite out of the dirty tubers. It was the only moisture she had. The three chipmunks hadn't found any clean water all day.
Only once had they gotten close, noticing a short and bushy plant had trapped some water in its big, dark leaves. Brittany and Ellie had been perilously close to touching it before Jeanette had screamed and tackled them both to the ground in terror. According to her, it had been a stinging plant called a 'gympie-gympie.' Just touching the hairs on those leaves would have ended their little lives in lethal agony.
"Yes, I agree," Jeanette said breathlessly as she stumbled to Brittany's side. She clutched her head and winced, wondering if it was only the cold making it hurt worse. Dehydration would do it, too. Her mouth felt as dry as an acorn cap.
Ellie came last, a flat expression of boredom and exhaustion on her face. She fell down flat next to Jeanette, arms and legs splayed, belly heaving, her dirty hair thrown about like a spiderweb.
Brittany flexed her cold fingers as she scanned their surroundings. It certainly looked high enough to resist any more rainfall, but she wasn't sure they would survive it anyways. She would probably be thankful for the water at this point. Spitting out a hard piece of root, she sighed.
"At least it looks like a good place to sleep," Brittany muttered. She heard the shuffling before a spray of dirt sprinkled across her lap, and turned to see Ellie plowing into the earth again, puffs of dirt shooting out behind her as she went. She got as deep as her head and turned, a dusty smile on her small face.
"Burroom!" Ellie grinned, pointing into the hole.
"You're a good digger, Ellie," Jeanette beamed, before addressing her sister, "Maybe she can make enough room in there for us to sleep?"
Brittany frowned at the hole in the earth, and looked up past the great arms of the big tree to watch the clouds drifting by. She could still feel the occasional cold sprinkle of rain on her button nose. A lump of dread formed in her belly.
"No, we can't do it that way anymore," she said shakily.
Jeanette blinked. "But, Brittany-"
"We lost everything, Jeanette," Brittany cut in, "I promised-"
"Cheepa burroom!" Ellie argued, pointing at the burrow.
"No burrows!" Brittany snapped, getting to her feet, "Not anymore."
Ellie grumbled something impudent and ignored Brittany entirely, diving back into her unfinished burrow. Brittany dodged the spray of mud and dirt, stamping her feet angrily.
"You wouldn't understand!" Brittany yelled at the hole, "You weren't there!"
"Brittany," Jeanette said gently, "I understand, but…I really don't see another solution that won't leave us exposed to predators."
Looking up again at the rapidly darkening sky, Brittany thought for a moment. The rolling clouds behind the great branches of the tree reflected in her tiny blue eyes. She flexed her cold fingers again.
"I do," she said.
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Jeanette hugged herself from the cold, watching the imperceptible blur of Brittany as she rushed back and forth every few moments, her fur glimmering orange in the setting sunlight. She would disappear into the woods for minutes at a time, then scamper back, hauling various natural materials along with her.
"Are you sure about this, Brittany?" Jeanette asked, as Brittany scurried by, dragging a bundle of wood as big around as herself, "You're using up a lot of strength."
"I have a lot more left," Brittany said stubbornly, hop-skipping her way up the side of the tree and pulling her bundle up with her. Jeanette watched her disappear out of range of her impaired vision, until her head began to hurt from tilting back so much.
"Have you ever done this before?" Jeanette called. She heard rustling, snapping, and irritated whining from somewhere high above. A couple leaves and pieces of bark rained down around her.
"I mean, yeah, kinda," Brittany's voice answered, "You've seen me make furniture and stuff. That's all a treehouse is, right? Just a big piece of furniture. In a tree."
"Well, yeah," Jeanette replied uncertainly, yanking her foot back as a thick twig fell from above and slapped down next to her, "But a table or a chair just falls over if something goes wrong. A treehouse…is…"
"Hey my- ngh!- tables and chairs are- ouch!- are just fine!" Brittany's voice strained with the effort of her construction work. "So are my railings, my garlands- huff!- and my beds!"
"They're lovely now, sure," Jeanette offered, "But you had plenty of time to practice-"
"Jeanette look out!"
With a squeak of surprise Jeanette scrambled away from the tree as a sizable chunk of bark crashed into the wet leaves where she'd been sitting. She landed in front of Ellie's burrow, where the tiny chipmunk stared out at her with a bemused expression, looking like a plush spider complete with matted, spiky fur.
"Sorry!" Brittany's voice called down.
"It's fine!" Jeanette replied, sitting up with a muffled groan. "Ah, ow…" Clutching at her pounding head, she met Ellie's eyes again. The little chipmunk's expression had turned to concern. Jeanette tried to smile through the pain.
"I'm okay, Ellie," she said, "How about you? It's lonely in there. Would you like to join us in the, uh…treehouse, when Brittany is done?"
Ellie poked her head out of her burrow and twisted around to peer up at Brittany where she worked. She scowled dramatically and shook her head.
"Kazy," Ellie murmured, thumping her fists on the ground, "Cheepa kazy!"
Jeanette bit back a snicker. "Brittany isn't crazy," she lied, "She's just, uh…tenacious."
Turning back to Jeanette, Ellie scowled harder, one of her brows raising. "Whaaa...?"
Grinning impishly, Jeanette pointed up at Brittany, then made a knocking motion on her own head. Hard-headed. That made Ellie giggle. Her laugh was short and cute, just like she probably was, under the mess. She didn't seem to mind being so dirty that Jeanette couldn't even make out the stripes on her face.
"Alright," Brittany's voice echoed down, "I think I'm done. It's definitely not pretty but it's a place to sleep, so…"
With some light scraping of claws, Brittany slid down the tree and stumbled over to Jeanette. She tried to stay away so her sister couldn't see how ragged and tired she was, but her voice gave it away.
"Function first, beauty next," Jeanette murmured, turning to Ellie, "Will you be joining us, too?"
"What?" Brittany scoffed, "No way! She spent this whole time digging in the dirt when she could've helped me!"
"Brittany, come on-"
"She's filthy and she still smells like wet dingo!"
That seemed to embarrass Ellie, who shrank back into her burrow and sniffed at herself. She frowned and glowered at the sisters, her green eyes shining angrily in the dark.
"No, Ellie," Jeanette pleaded, "She didn't mean it-"
"Come on already, Jeanette," Brittany snapped. The cold and hunger were fraying anything left of her temper. "I'm not letting you climb this thing alone. It's going to be a long night. Get your striped butt up the tree."
As Brittany led her away, Jeanette cast one last glance at Ellie, looking like a scolded puppy in her den, before the image blurred too much to make out anything at all. She sighed, too exhausted to argue with her sibling anymore.
Brittany took her sister's hand as they approached the tree, eyeing her wearily. As if Jeanette could read her mind, she asked, "What if I faint again?"
"I'll be right there, and I'll catch you," Brittany replied. Jeanette shivered and stared up at the leaves as they rustled in the cold wind.
"Not even you could lift me straight up a tree," Jeanette muttered.
"As if you've never seen me mad before," Brittany quipped, "Now come on, it's not getting any warmer down here."
With one arm around Jeanette's middle, Brittany began to climb. It was slow going as Jeanette had to squint and fumble for handholds in the lumpy bark, and her weary feet kept slipping. Brittany kept her claws dug in carefully with every step, and no matter how many times her impaired sibling lost her balance, she was there to hold her up.
Jeanette had paused for a breath when she noticed Brittany's hand up close. "Brittany, you're bleeding," she gasped, noticing the worn red marks on her sister's palm and fingers. Brittany quickly turned her hand over to hide it from view.
"It's nothing," she said, "Just keep climbing, we're almost there."
"I'm looking at that when I get up there," Jeanette demanded.
"Fine! Just climb already, my toes are killing me!"
Brittany and Jeanette finally reached the fork of two great gnarled branches where the elder sister had constructed her first attempt at a treehouse. It was even rougher than Jeanette had feared. The floor and walls were little more than tightly woven sticks plated with chunks of wood and bark, with a single tiny gap as a doorway. The roof was flat as well, with a thick layer of leaves pinned in place to offer some protection against rain.
To Jeanette, it didn't look like it would protect them from anything worse than a stiff breeze. She forced herself to smile.
"Wow, Brit, you uh…really outdid yourself," she said, squinting into the dark interior of the ramshackle treehouse, "It's…impressive."
"Aw, Jeanette, you're too sweet to lie," Brittany muttered. It really was her worst creation ever. It hurt her just to look at it, so lopsided and ugly. It had no color, no color at all, and that's what she hated most about it.
"Speaking of lying, show me those hands," Jeanette said stiffly.
"They're fine. We really need to-"
Shambling over to block the doorway, Jeanette put one hand on her hip and held the other out, nodding towards Brittany's. She was hiding them behind her back, but the look on Jeanette's face was one she knew too well. With an exasperated sigh, Brittany offered her hands, palms down.
"Fine! There, same tiny hands they've always been," Brittany growled. She looked away, oddly embarrassed as Jeanette squinted at her hands and turned them over.
Jeanette tapped her teeth together with concern. Brittany's hands were dirty and scraped. One thumb was blistered, while her left palm had a nasty cut that was still leaking. A couple of her claws were chipped or broken.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Jeanette said gently, "I could've helped out somehow. Grabbed sticks, gathered leaves…"
"The last thing I need is you bumbling off into the wilderness and getting lost or eaten," Brittany snapped, trying to draw back her arms, but Jeanette held her firmly.
"As soon as we find clean water, we're washing…this…"
Trailing off, Jeanette stumbled on her feet, her face scrunching with pain. She squinted harder at Brittany's hands, losing focus, before her eyes looked up into Brittany's. The confusion and pain in her expression filled Brittany with dread.
"Jeanette?..."
"Wh-why can't I see you?" Jeanette stammered weakly, her legs buckling, "My head…it's…" Her grip on Brittany's wrists came loose, but Brittany caught her before she could topple from the tree.
"Jeanette!" Brittany said, shaking her senseless sister as hard as she dared, "Jeanette, come on, not again. You're really scaring me!"
The sounds of the forest around them were her only answer. She could see Jeanette's breath in the cold, but otherwise her sister was motionless. Brittany sighed.
It was getting colder by the minute. By the time she dragged Jeanette into the ramshackle treehouse, her hands and feet were numb and her nose was stinging. The pain of hunger in her belly was even worse.
Brittany stood outside one last time, watching shadowy clouds stretch over the pastel orange of a sunset that was nearly complete. Without another word, she stepped into the treehouse and plugged the door with a thick leaf.
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It was the second worst night of Brittany's life.
Hours later, she had barely found any rest. She laid curled up with Jeanette in between layers of leaves she thought would be enough to insulate them from the cold. It wasn't enough. The winter air whistled through the sticks and bark of the treehouse walls, sinking its icy teeth into Brittany until the cold was all she could feel.
At first she cuddled Jeanette out of love and concern for her sibling. Now, she clung painfully tight to her sibling, shivering violently, convinced that the shared warmth between their tiny bodies was the only thing keeping them from a pitiful demise.
The cold was everywhere. It deadened her body and fogged her mind until she had no idea how long it had been. She didn't know when she started crying. She cried for Jeanette and whatever was wrong with her. She cried for the home where, only a day before, her tiny family had everything it had ever needed. And she cried for herself. How pathetic did she look? How dirty and bedraggled and ugly?
A soft song escaped her chapped and dry lips.
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"The sun'll come out tomorrow,
Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow,
There'll be sun.
Just thinking about tomorrow,
Clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow,
'Til there's none.
When I'm stuck with a day that's gray and lonely,
I just stick up my chin and grin and say, oh,
The sun'll come out tomorrow,
So you gotta hang on 'til tomorrow,
Come what may,
Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you, tomorrow,
You're always a day away…"
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Brittany's voice was pitiful and shaky from shivering, but she sang anyways. It's the only thing she knew to do.
Beneath the tree in her dark burrow, Ellie shivered alone. She was much too young to wonder what misfortune might have befallen the sisters, or even her own family. Right now, the cold was her only concern. No matter how much mud she packed to tighten hole of her burrow, it seemed there was no warmth to have at all.
Her tiny ears perked at the wavering sound of Brittany's voice as it drifted down from the branches above. Even as weak as she was, the eldest chipmunk's heart burned true in her sound.
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"When I'm stuck with a day that's gray and lonely,
I just stick up my chin and grin and say, oh,
The sun'll come out tomorrow,
So you got to hang on 'til tomorrow,
Come what may.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you, tomorrow,
You're always a day away.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you, tomorrow,
You're always a day away…"
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By the time the song ended, Ellie was crying, too.
The cold wind howled and sighed through the night, rocking the tiny treehouse and scattering fallen leaves noisily about. Sure enough, as the stars drifted past and the moon bid farewell to the night, the first colors of the coming dawn began to show on the horizon.
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A long road awaits our heroines. What do you think
awaits them on the road ahead? Let me know!
Until next time,
~C
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Songs:
"Faster Than the Sun"
ALVINNN and the Chipmunks Vol.3 "YOLO"
2019
"Tomorrow"
Alicia Morton
Annie – Original Telefilm Soundtrack
1999