A bird...

It was a bright summer morning with soft sunlight rays streaming through the trees.

I hopped down a brown branch and listened to the happy birds singing happily about summer. There were a few clouds in the sky that looked like tufts offur. Below the tree branch I was on,I saw humans walk below. They were close and I saw them looking at a strange flat thing...I think it is called a book. One person opened it and pointed to me. I flew off the sky. The air clear as a running stream...

Is that how it works?

I know it's annoying when people do this, but this thread needs to move up!*Pushes thread*

Top please!

Great Job!!

Maria glanced up looking at the bright robin.  It cocked its head at her and chirped curiosly.  Maria looked down at her younger brother, Stevie, and opened his battered animal book. 

"See Stevie?"She said. "Robin." She showed him the picture in the book.  Stevie gurgled happily, pointing up.  Maria looked up and saw the robin leap off the branch and fly away.  Maria frowned when she saw the storm clouds gathering.

"Hey Stevie, let's go look at the guines pigs inside" she said leading him inside.

More people should join! Top!!

I'll try one. :) I think I might need to start a new one,

though, because all the perspectives were pretty much

used up...

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The crisp snow had been falling for days and days on

end and I was getting tired of being stuck inside, so

once it finally settled, I decided to go out and take a

walk. I had bundled up nice and warm to get ready and

face the cold outdoors, and began strolling down my

familiar street. I didn't even get past my mailbox at

the top of my steep driveway, though, before I saw a

small white dog sniffing curiously around a huge pine.

I was a bit startled, because I had never seen this dog

before, despite the tight-knit neighborhood I lived in.

"Raven!" a wicked-sounding voice suddenly called.

The second I looked up, a scraggly old man was

standing there right in front of me. "Raven!", he

said again before snatching the puppy. "There you

are you ornery dog." A white-furred dog named

Raven? That was very strange, indeed. But

before I could say one word to the man, he walked

off without saying another thing, like he didn't

even see me. As soon as they were out of sight,

a bright red-furred cat jumped out of the tree

Raven had been sniffing. Again, I hadn't ever

noticed this cat in my neighborhood, either.

Then I decided that maybe I should just go

inside and have some hot chocolate. That was

enough weirdness for one day.

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Sorry I wrote so much... I get carried away. (By the way,

that is copywrited by me. I think I could probably use

that piece in something. *looks around as people give

her strange looks* Don't ask...)

Sniff Sniff what was that? I tentitively sniffed the air again. it smelled familiar, but not quite right.  there was the comforting smell of the garbage, the usual twinge of fresh mowed lawn. a hint of earth beneath the blanketing smell of snow, and...something else, something...clean, too clean. Suddenly, something orange and red flashed between the garbage cans waiting on the curb. a low growl escaped my throat. Selena I thought, sThe little devil! I should have known it was her, Always teasing and watching.  Spying on me again eh...I'll give her boss a message he'll never forget! I glanced around, carfully survaying my surroundings.  My captor, the old man, had yet to emerge from his house, so my rope teather was still attached. I carefully felt the rope, looking for the weak spot I had been working on. Ah! I qickly snapped the weakened rope with my powerful jaws. spinning around, I dashed toward the hiding place of my arch enemy. Comming around the Trash cans to where the red-and-orange striped Selena should have been, I stopped short. There was nothing here but an old banana peel. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my back and lept into the air. Selena dashed off down the street, laughing harshly at the claw-marks she left in my soft white fur. I chased after her, more determined than ever. We ran through a quiet part of the city, heading toward the middle, Centerfield Park. I quickly swerved to avoid hitting an old lady with a grocery bag, and at the same time ducking the handle bars of a paper boy. the cat was almost at the park now, I knew once she got in a tree she'd be safe. I almost had her - suddenly she leaped onto a mail box, and from there into a large pine, showering snow as she did so. what now I thought. Should I stay here and guard her, and risk having the old man find me, or should I run, and leave this spy alive to tell her master all? I didn't have long to ponder, because then I heard the old man's boots crunching on  the snow. I made up my mind, thinking quickly. Just as i was about to dash away a young girl stepped in my path, looking at me curiously. her thoughts radiated from her like heat from a furnace "that's a srange dog, i've never seen him around before." but then I was grabbed by a pair of smelly hands, and heard no more.

(Sorry about the length, I Sometimes get carried away...*smiles sheepishly*)It's even longer than yours Megan!