You guys are all so nice with your reviews!!! You have made me wanna update super soon! Thanks for all the wonderful O.C's. I'll try and use them all! I know this is a short chapter. It would have been longer but I thought this would be a funny cliff Hanger, so I couldn't resist.
My Mother often told me that as a baby I had an infectious giggle. I'd starting giggling for no reason and soon everybody would be laughing. It was only a week after me learning to crawl that I said my first word.
It was a sunny afternoon, and my brothers had persuaded our parents to let them take me for a picnic. We were in dozing in the sunlight, tummy's fill of meat scraps when I started.
I'd spotted Spearow in the branchs of an old oak tree, looking down at us with beady eyes. I started giggling, the pure sound echoing in the sunny clearing, filling the silent till day with infectious giggles.
Shield started laughing, while Storm dived over to start tickling me, a game he called 'tickle time'. I scowled, pushing him away.
I nudged Shield, pointing up at the old beady Spearow. "Bird!" I said crossly. "Bird!" Shield stared at me, his warm black eyes staring at me.
Then he was away, Storm close behind, screaming. "Mumma! Mumma! Father! Wisp talked! Wisp talked Mumma! She talked! She said 'Bird'!!"
Of course, me being a too-curious-for-my-own-good baby, I started climbing the tree. Of course you're all probably wondering 'How could a baby climb a tree if it can't walk yet?'
Well, I forgot to tell you- I could climb trees before I could crawl. I was probably one of the best tree-climbers in the whole area, at only a few months old.
When my excited family entered the clearing, Storm babbling on about my 'Bird!', I was gone. Dudda (Don't ask) started yelling angrily at the twins, shoting about how they'd probably never see me again, I had probably been eaten by the local family of Raticate.
Just as Mumma had started to cry, her warm tears flooding into her silky fur......
I started to giggle.