ChapII
Michelle
Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble, tres bien ensemble.
Even the heaviest eye lips in the world could not stop the uneasy mind of Chip, harrowing
shadows filled his nightmares, who was she, after all, this Michelle girl had taken care of
them kindly, maybe a little too much, he awoke, and headed to the door, opening it slightly,
so he could see the next room, Gadget was deeply asleep, covered whit an old white
blanket, and Michelle was at her side in a chair, she seemed to be sleeping too, so he
stepped quietly into the room, to check his friend, but somehow, Michelle heard him
"what tie is it Dole, mate" Chip leaped back, and answer quietly, "I'm Chip, and the other's
name is Dale, how is she", "she'll live, she has a broken ankle, and some minor wounds,but
she'll be all right" she was looking right into his eyes, but this chip guy was looking around
like an scared animal (he was scared, after all) "you don't sleep much, do you", "I was
worried about her" she closed her eyes and lowered her face, "I think I was too tired to
think, that's why I didn't asked much" "ask what you want" "well in the first place, why
did you let us in so kindly?" "I know and help everyone around here, that's why I've got
all this stuff, is not much, but is better than nothing" "so you help others" "yeah" "without
expecting anything in change" "well, what could I need" it seemed to Chip that helping
and more exactly, rescuing everyone around for free, was a very unusual hobby, but now he
knew of someone who did this, despite how nice and friendly was this red girl, he still had
some questions, "who's house is this?" "mine" "who are those rooms for?" "for anyone
who needs them" "then, you live alone?" she opened her eyes and looked at him, this last
question was, maybe inopportune, but she smiled and told him," get back to that room and
get some sleep , I will be here in the morning". "is her who worries me"
This second chapter was written in pair with the first, but it is shorter.
The first one took more of my time in the key pad,
The real reason for me to write is to get everything that hunts me out of my mind
The next chap could take a long time to be up (who cares?)
The story's chapters are to be named whit a "Northern Songs Limited" registered name.
The place I'm stepping right now is full of pictures of the Beatles and over the hedge
The disclaimer I'm writing is unnecessary "I do not own rescue rangers nor over the hedge"
This story is really weird, it's your call- the "hits" hit my heart.(for bad) of course
The animal I like most is the squirrel
The thing that haunts me more is that I'm in love with a cartoon squirrel.
The name of that cartoon squirrel is…
So
Abnormal
Nuts
Daring
Yearn
Thanks for your time ladies and gentlemen.