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The tale of a short-sighted badger
There once was a badger who wore a tiny hat, he loved to stroll through the forest and let the sun warm his soft fur. One day he leaned against an oak tree to eat his lunch and heard a ringing bell, he scanned the treetops and saw a light twinkle. He climbed the tree with his claws, looked down, gulped and dug his claws deeper into the trunk. Once he reached the branch, he hugged it and shuffled towards the light. Underneath the light was a fairy with bells attached to her wings; she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He wiped his clammy paws on his fur, took a step forward then froze. He shook his head and before you could say jip jip jaroo, he had climbed down the tree and ran out of the forest.
The next day, the badger woke from a dream where he stalked the fairy and never spoke to her because he was too shy. Today he would speak to her, he went back to the forest and searched for the light but couldn’t see it anywhere. The badger scratched his head, maybe if I pretend to not look for her, she will appear? As the badger thought about squiggly worms, the light appeared and the badger climbed up the tree, but this time it was taller. Oh, golly he thought this tree is even higher than the last one. He popped off his glasses so the ground became more of a blur and less scary. He noticed the fairy was sat on the edge of the branch; he brushed down his fur, adjusted his tiny hat and approached the fairy.
‘Urm..hi.’ He held out his hand.
The fairy turned around and stared at him, the badger shuffled backwards.
‘I.. urm.. didn’t … mean to startle you, I come up here to admire the view too.’ He bowed and tipped his hat to her.
The fairy smiled, impressed by the Badgers manners and patted the branch next to her.
‘ I love watching the sunset; its light makes the trees glow.’
‘Nature is beautiful.’ Said the badger.
The fairy looked sad and the badger edged closer to her.
‘What’s wrong,’ he said.
‘Humans wander through my forest treating it like a bin, they are selfish creatures, and take nature for granted. They cut down trees for toilet paper and replace them with saplings thinking it’s a good trade; trees take years and years to mature. I’m natures voice but how do I get through to them without showing myself.’ She leaned on her hands.
‘Not all humans are bad, my habitat is a nature reserve set up by them, so I’m not hunted. Don’t fairies communicate with animals?’
The fairy nodded.
The badger nudged her, ‘maybe, the foxes could put food in the bins and let the humans see them do it.’
The fairy laughed and put her hand on the badger’s shoulder. ‘Together we will educate these humans.’
I am challenging myself to write a 500-word post a day for 30 days. I will choose a random word from the dictionary and to make this challenge more complicated; I will use the same word to create posts on Twitter and Instagram. I will create a haiku for twitter and post a photo on Instagram. If the word I choose is too obscure to make a post, I will choose another word.