One hundred... if a zero was half a one then that would be such an even number. To celebrate my 100 visitor-ism i decided to post my latest story! A bit of my poverty love (and by love i mean writing about it!) sneaked in at the end, but it's not hardly as excessive as Mepit and Algon. For some reason, i used a diffrent text font so it looks more like some of my special stories, though in a way, this is a special story... anyway, enjoy!

Hide and Seek By Haley Brunton

Mouse galloped over the bridge with his small padded toes, a smile closed his face in an innocent rodent way.

“Chipmunk, Chipmunk?” He cried, he and his friend Chipmunk were playing a game of hide and seek. Chipmunk was not hiding, he watched over at the edge of the road watching his younger friend scream away. He sighed as Mouse saw him; he was really looking for a bit of alone time. Mouse pushed is head among the weeds and began counting up to ten.

“Mouse?” Chipmunk asked as Mouse turned to him.

“Yes?”

“The place I’m trying to get to is quite high up and I may need a bit of time to get there? Can you count to 100?” Mouse pushed his head back in the weeds and Chipmunk ran off as fast as his feet could let him.

In fact Mouse knew exactly where he meant, after counting up to a hundred he made his way to a car park, there was a pile of crashed cars piled up on top of each other, after about half an hour mouse came to a small crack between them. The hole was quite big and Mouse was surprised to find Chipmunk wasn’t in it, he sighed and trotted off.

Just after he left chipmunk slipped the crack in with his cheek pouches full. Chipmunk you’re a genius he thought as he lay in the hole and clomped happily away at his nuts. It was quite dark and Chipmunk had just finished about a quarter of his nuts, his belly hung over and he rubbed it before burping. As he got up the hole in the cars seemed somewhat smaller, he couldn’t get out, he cried and cried but no one could hear him. He lay in his hole rubbing his overfed belly, he had some more nuts by his side but it seemed stupid to eat them.

Mouse meanwhile trotted home, he was tired and very hungry, we went over to his and Chipmunk’s food store but it was empty, he then had to make a long trek back to the farm with his belly empty.

As night peaked Mouse was awakened by a large long nosed wolf, his teeth were wide apart and yellow with a strong scent of brown.

“Are you mouse?” She asked, Mouse was frozen stiff, literally. “I’m sorry about scaring you but I’m quite lonely… and I saw you were too,”

“Oh…” Mouse replied, it seemed to come out of him in a breath. “Do you want to play hide and seek with me?” Mouse didn’t quite know what he was saying, but he was so lonely since he found Chipmunk none of a friend.

The night passed so nicely, Chipmunk wasn’t quite as tired as he expected, it was hard to find Wolf because, even though she was bigger, she could get to some really high places and by the end of the day mouse’s neck was sore. By the time morning came they where right by the park next to a chicken pen. Mouse was surprised at just how quickly time had passed, he and Wolf lay exhausted by the pen, they had just eaten and it was great to just sleep without a worry in the world and a full belly. Mouse was woken by the rash shake of Chipmunk; he gave a truly exhausting yawn and got up dozily.

“Chip?” He asked, to tired to finish the sentence. He quickly realised if Chipmunk saw wolf then Chipmunk would fall out with him.

“Let’s get something to eat!” Chipmunk cried and he pulled Mouse along to the newly filled food chamber. They spent until lunchtime eating and Mouse felt like he had just eaten a ping-pong ball.

After a long day of playing Mouse was woken by Wolf’s happy charm. Wolf would be devastated if Mouse wouldn’t play with him so he spent the night playing tig. In the end he could barely stand up, he laid in the grass with cups below his eyes and a belly the size of a tennis ball. Wolf cried at him to get up, he was glad it was morning because Chipmunk would be mature enough to understand. He sat up and saw Wolf and Chipmunk staring at each other harshly. “You to are a fiend of that lazy old rat?” Chipmunk asked,

“Yes, he is quite lazy, you want to play tig?” Chipmunk nodded and ran off into the bush yard, Mouse stared at the sky and gave off a big reluctant sigh.

The moral of the story: Friends come and go, but they can come when you least expect them to.