Chapter 2

They were pursuing their brother, he was running as fast as lightning he could hear the screams, the roars and the suffering. Cautiously the three young chipmunks found their way back to the burrow, the hole they escaped through was non existent and now the fighting was outside. There were bodies scattered over the floor. One of them their mother with their dad Sparrow crouched above the body crying. Then they saw the Muckga’s there were now six. They did something no one was expecting they picked Snowdrop up. Dad urgently stood up and threw a spear in their direction but when he threw it it slipped of his hand it was heading in the direction of Snowdrop with lots of force and power, silence, the spear went straight through Snowdrop. The family of five. Was now a family of three. Blood squirted out of Snowdrops body. Suddenly the Muckga saw Whistler, it was a deep stare. It came in their direction crushing everything in its path. Whistler and Windy ran as fast as their little legs could carry them. Leaving their heartbroken dad behind.

They ran through the Tinsy trees, and they suddenly came to a holt. Ten layers of massive mountains stood Infront of them, it would take hours to climb to the peak let alone get back down the other side. Whistler remembered something his dad told him. There was a gap in the middle, but it was guarded by a stone Golem. Whistler was willing to take the risk. He told Windy and she was willing to take the risk. They were alert and ready if anyone was to jump out on them. Windy decided to look in the bag, there was a letter from their mother with a ring taped to it. She read it out loud “Hello kids I knew this was going to happen, and you’re probably wondering what to do with the ring. If your ever in trouble just tap the ring, and get to safety just carry on going up to the islands of terror. I love and just run for your life and goodbye.” A tear came into Windy’s eye. They knew more than ever they had to keep moving. Whistler saw an opening with a little mound. He stuck his little head over the mound and saw a huge stone Golem sleeping on the mountain, his snores were louder than a foghorn, then suddenly he saw a movement. Whistler slid down the mountain scared for his life. Would there only be one chipmunk left or would he survive?

I want to paint-

The deafening sound of the dangerous dinosaur, looking for prey to devour down!

The fumes from the cars flooding the cities where we live.

The adventurous antelope springing through the shimmering African sunlight

The stadium standing tall above the players as the loyal fans cheer on and on.

The dairy cow munching on the magnificent meadow.

The beautiful breath-taking swiftness of the sea turtle swimming in the vast blue ocean.

I want to paint the woodpecker hopping from tree to tree as if it was looking for a long-lost child.

I want to paint the bottlenose dolphin gliding through the water as it whistles like it’s the end of a sports game.

I want to paint the northern lights glowing like a masterpiece of art in darkness.

I want to paint the twin towers standing tall together like there playing a game of I spy.

I want to paint the tree break dancing in the wind.

I want to paint the feeling of the vibrating and singing of the phone in my hand.

I want to paint the smell of the hand sanitiser keeping us safe in pandemic.

I want to paint the taste of the disgusting medicine slithering down my throat.

I want to paint the sound of the imaginative chattering in the classroom.

I want to paint feeling of relief from my hand as I finish the poem.