We were walking. She was in her stroller, humming a tune that only she knows. Nature unveiled itself to us. It was an adventure into the wonderland that is our neighborhood.
We started down the path of the narrow streets. The air was brisk, but we were warm. We were going home, but nature had other plans for us. The sky began to darken, and the trees were bending their arms downward. The scraping of their leaves brushing the ground was emitting a loud screeching noise that surrounded us. We shrunk into our shoulders and walked a little faster. The sky was opening and starting to cry upon us. I feared that we would be rushed away in a flood soon, if we didn’t hurry. Animals ran all around us as if they too were returning to their homes before the storm. A chipmunk danced at my feet, and then ran as fast as he could down into his hole, his tail pointed toward the black sky.
Faster and faster, her humming turns into a cry. My feet were cold and starting to get wet as the puddles grew. The Robin sat on a sign that said “Go There”. He chirped to me that this would be the fastest way home, and I agreed. “Thank you Robin”, I yelled. “Now fly to your nest and protect the babies!” Crashes of thunder and lightening began, and I could feel the hairs on my arm starting to stand. The stroller was going full speed, and I ran behind it, splashing in the black puddles. We passed house after house, and they seemed to be laughing at us with their window eyes glowing. The streets had never felt so long, and for a moment I thought we might not make it, until we saw the Black Rabbit.
He appeared in front of us, as if from thin air. He waved for us to follow, and hopped west. We hesitated, but the clouds growled at us, so we jumped and ran after him. He hopped and hopped, until he reached a gate. It was a white picket fence, with a sign that dangled from the lock. It had beautiful script lettering, very fancy, and read “Go Here”. The Black Rabbit yelled for us to hurry, so we unlatched the gate, and went inside. When we walked through the entrance, it felt like the spout in the sky had been closed. No longer was the rain drenching our now cold bodies. The sun was brightly shining, and the puffs of clouds were so soft and big that it seemed like we could reach out and run our fingers through them. There were flowers in all directions, in every color of the rainbow. The air was warm and a light fog swirled around my ankles. The Black Rabbit was sitting at a table made from wood, and on the table were little Limoges tea cups filled with candy colored drinks. Red and blue, pink and turquoise. Tiny plates were filled with sprinkled cupcakes, and cookies that read “Nosh.” “Yummy!”, she exclaimed. I was relieved. We had entered some kind of magic place, yet we were not afraid. We sat with the Black Rabbit, and had a snack. He told us stories about the man with the vegetable garden, and how he likes to put his kind in pies.
After awhile, it was time for us to go home. He had assured us that there would be no more rain, so we left and were home a short while later. We never talked about our adventure much, but I knew that we were changed. Our world was ignited with magic. We both hope to someday find the Black Rabbit again, but until then, we will only dream of the beautiful world he so kindly allowed us to see.
Very creative and entertaining. Good writing!