Chapter 4 I feel the temptation to run away but the back of the wall greets my spine and stubs my heals. I gulp in anxiousness, I notice a large twig-made nest containing two yellow eggs speckled with blue sand splotches; and the shells shining glumly and making a ball like fire in the centre of the cave. I see that Jennifer legs are trembling and her voice screeches quietly disturbing the mouseamander.
The mouseamander stops and leans it large head down, it’s cerulean blue eyes glare at mine holding sight of us both while we continue to creep closer and closer to the entrance, or at least Jennifer does; I stay back also glaring at exit. “We are bot going to harm you or you lovely eggs we come in peace” I say quietly, hold my arms and opening my hands to revealing nothing to be sitting in my palms. The creature squeaks curiously and takes one steps side-ways. I stare at the mouseamander looking at its eyes, twitching and staring peacefully at me. “It’s working the mouseamander is calm and not acting viciously!”
I can see Jennifer making her way towards the exit of the cave I quickly follow and we are nearly out of the cave when the sun beams across the sand even maybe the sun is happy to see us we quickly duck behind the marram grass and peer at the cave, and then leave the beach relieved.
Outside, I take a large deep breath and sigh in relief knowing we are safe for now, and the exciting departure running into the sand and going inside the warmth of the post-office and our journey is long and slow but the fog makes a pathway for us to walk back. Inside, we can hear some muffled scratches and cracking twigs of the mouseamander nestling in its eggs, getting ready for the warm boiling night.
The fog has gone to sleep and the stars reflect onto the ocean and the stars flicker in the onyx black sky. All is still and calm, we walk back across the promenade and talk to each other whispering so no body can hear just encase they are awake. We talk about that no one can find the mouseamander and the cave and her eggs, “Maybe we could report a rock fall, or quicksand sightings, or maybe maybe just we could say that the place is unsafe for travellers and people trying to explore.” I try and take in everything that Jennifer is saying but she is speaking many miles per hour, but I can see that she is determined to save the creature and her eggs.
By the time we are walking through the town, it is wakening, and too is the beautiful sky; the birds are chirping and the the tide goes back out. We soon see ice-cream cafes are quickly tiding their awning and getting ready to collet some money from the locals. Chippy’s chip shop is opening its shutters and opening the windows to let in the lovely day. Claire’s cake shop is setting out the deckchairs and putting up the umbrellas so the customers don’t get sun-burn. And the bucket and spade vendors put out their new collection of gear and Gary (The person who work there) waves to us and say chipperly, “You children okay and bright, woke up early? We smile at each other knowingly and wave back and smile.
I fumble with the keys opening the Post-Office it is cold and quiet and empty, we entre the room darkness surrounds us. As I open the cupboard I think to my self that he eggs need to be protected and kept away from prying eyes wanting the shell worth thousands of pounds just for one person.
I say to Jennifer quickly not trying to forget this wonderful idea I said in a excited voice we could visit the Museum and try and find some interesting facts about the mouseamander and find out if it had ever been seen before we have visited the cave. It was drizzling with rain outside but we both ignored it and headed over the street to get to the Museum and I was drenched when we entered the Museum. We quickly but still quietly sprinted round to the “History” section and Jennifer grabbed hundreds of books and simply read. Hours past.
All day, Jennifer has her nose stuck in thousands of books. Jennifer was none stop, she looked in so many books trying to figure out if any past time had something to reveal. Soon enough Jennifer found a book which shown a Captain Fisherman who set sail and was fishing and, after minutes he caught something it was so heavy, it took so many harsh minutes to try and haul it out but soon enough it came out it was a egg of a mouse devil, it was a mouseamander egg it had a small glow and yellow specks on it, it was just like the other we had just found. Jennifer skipped to the end and found a small note saying that any mander species must be killed without any hesitation. We both gulped and anxiousness rushed through me.
That evening, we talk. Our adventure is not over it has just begun.