A Strange Collection

Chapter 1: Small Memorable Things

I could feel the cool winds blowing my feathers. The sun descended as it slowly touched the tip of the nearby hills, and the sky turned a reddish-purple hue until there was barely a sight of the great light. It was such a magnificent view, seeing it glitter as its expanse darkened waiting for night to fall on the world below.

I stopped staring at the stars above and hopped towards the campsite. Then I took a seat on a chopped log beside by bestfriend, Hal.

"The sky has shown its beauty as the stars had clothed its body to rest our tired eyes from the journey we made to this place," Hal sung as he played his banjo.

Chuck stood up and made a few taps with his feet. He slowly waved his hands, following the tune of the song, dancing along while Hal strummed his instrument. He couldn't hold his somewhat active self though and started to shake in disorderly mannerisms. He squawked and whistled as if he is in a party, and the toucanet found it distasteful.

"Chuck! You ruined my song!" Hal remarked resentfully.

"How?" Chuck replied.

"Your dancing was out of sync with the kind music I was playing!"

"Guys guys, don't fight...we're here to have a good time and we can't let this ruin the moment," Stella told the two.

Hal had let out a sigh. "I guess you're right. We shouldn't spend the night fighting when we are here to have a good time."

It was a good three minutes of silence. Then Chuck opened the pack of marshmallows we brought with us. 

"Time to roast!" He said, smiling with his eyes.

Stella poked a stick through her marshmallow and put it on top of the fire. 

She then asked, "Do you guys have any campfire stories? It's getting quite dull with the silence, you know."

"I did remember something from three years ago," I answered.