Lilly

Rendevous

Bently, Dusk(with Abigail on his back), and I make it to what seemed to be a very rough river, the current was fast as Bently hesitated, groaning, "We need to cross the river, however, the currents are too strong, there must be a way around it..."

I then looked at the right side...there seemed to be a steep cliff at least one mile away where the river flowed, and on the left side was a thick tree, but the branches would be blocking Dusk's trail. I piped up, "There! we could cross there, but...its gonna block Dusk...we have to find a way to cut the branches down a bit..."

"What though? there is no beavers near here, the river is too strong for them to even swim in such water to get the water flooded," Bently said looking at the fallen over tree.

Then a loud rooster noise came from the other side....I know that noise! I then looked back at Bently, "Wait right here! I got an idea!"

Bently groaned as I hopped on the branch and carefully walked across, going behind the cabin into a thin area of woods. I go to a chicken coop and the chickens scattered in fear as I spoke up, "Hey, hey! chill out! I'm not going to hurt you! I-I'm just looking for Pecker."

"How do you know Pecker?" a female chicken with pure white feathers walked up. 

I spoke up happily, "Linda!"

"You know me? My, I haven't seen you in a day of my life! who are you?" The chicken asked.

As if I forgotten whom I was, I then took a deep breathe and spoke calmly, " Lilly, It's Calli..."

The little chicken was stunned and spoke up, as if she did not believe it, "Then prove yourself you are Calli!"

"When you were a chick, you'd bug your mother just to get some feed," I said, feeling a bit embarrassed and I felt like I rolled my eyes a bit.

She was silent then spoke up walking away, "Follow me, I'll take you to pecker, old gal!"

As if the walk was farther away in the forest and out of the coop area, I came across a very thick rooster, and a smaller rooster (looking to be at least a two year old rooster not fully developed) as the smaller one made the noise and coughed it seemed. The chicken spoke up, "Pecker, an old friend is here to see you."

The rooster piped up to the smaller one, "Go on son, go get yourself some feed, you earned it..."

The younger one ran by me, looking excited as Linda walked up to the very big rooster as Pecker spoke up, "Who is this pup?"

"Pecker, its Calli," Linda said, excited.

"I have a hard time believing that, only a fool would proclaim themselves as a dead service dog; especially a friend of mine, "Pecker said sternly, "So tell me, if you are truly Calli-"

I interrupted him and spoke up, groaning, "You had mating problems when you were just 1 1/2 years old"

He was silent then spoke up walking to me, "I-It is you...I-I can't believe it's really you.."

"I can say the same, old timer...but I have a problem, and a request.." I spoke up.

Pecker seemed assured, "What is this problem and or task?"

"Where is the rescue board...or the walkway?" I asked, both Pecker and Linda seemed to look at each other.

After a while of scavenging it in the forest...I came back on the other side of the river with a board as Linda and Pecker grabbed one side of the ropes and I hooked the other two ropes on the thick nails that were deeply in the ground. Both then ran on the branch as Dusk and Bently raised their brows to the running pheasants. Pecker yelled while going by them onto the other side, "MAKE WAY! MAKE WAY!!"

Linda made it to the tree on the left side, jumping and hooking the rope to the thick branch as on the other tree to the right, Pecker did his set of hops, hooking the other part of the ropes to the second thick branch...a bridge was made...it was sturdy enough to let Dusk come over. Bently barked excitedly, "Well done! Dusk, you go first!"

"Me? Why do I have to go first?" Dusk asked, looking nervous.

"Would you rather be stuck here?" Bently asked, dully.

Dusk then sighed and walked across, Bently was right behind. Abigail groaned as she saw the cabin, she must have woken from her nap. She then yawned and stretched and they made it over, and good timing too, sun down began! Abigail got off of Dusk as he ate fresh grass from the ground and Abby went in with a flashlight, the cabin had an old feel to it...as some hunted deer heads and a bear statue were in the main living room of the log cabin. She then went to the cabinets to see food, she checked to make sure some were good, they were! For some 82 to 87 year old cans of meats, fruits, and vegetables, etc., they were still eatable and looking good! Abigail ripped open a can of 84 year old peaches and she drank the juice, slightly coughing, then ate the peaches. As she looked around, she noticed how old everything was and how they were not touched for years! She then lit up the fireplace and sat on the dusty couch and I hopped on laying next to her; Bently wanted in as he slightly barked in the doorway, Abigail looked at him, smiling, "Well, come on, you deserve it, big guy..."

Bently slowly walked in and came over by the fireplace as Abigail gently petted him, slowly...Bently did nothing, but enjoy it as if it was a long lost feeling of comfort. That night, around 10 at night, sirens could be heard a mile away as I ran to the door and went out and saw the lights on the other side of the forest.

The man came over to the mother and father, "Was there a path here?"

"Yes, but the trees are blocking the way somehow, the winds must have pushed the old logs over," the mother spoke up.

I then heard the sirens then I tried to howl...I felt like my voice was slowly loosing its high pitch and more into a deeper voice. A howl came from behind me, it was Bently, he came up behind me and spoke, "Let it all out like a whistle."

He howled once more and so did I as it must have gotten the attention of the people outside. The father then spoke up, "Everyone be quiet!"

All were silent...within 45 seconds flat, the same howl came in and they found a pathway in that was not blocked as they rushed into the forest. They followed the howls of us as they make it over then both of us went inside as the mother and father followed behind rushing i and gasping their daughter in tears. Abigail cried on their shoulders, "MOMMY! DADDY!!"

I sat next to Bently as some cops came over to Bently, he did not growl, but shivered...one of them had a familiar face, he spoke up, "It's Bently...how are you doing big guy? Do you remember me? Your partner's ol' comrade?"

Bently then barked as if he was a puppy again, the mother then came over to both Bently and I, she held me from under my ears with tears going down a red path of tear stains, "Calli girl...you always were the one to watch out for others...just like how dad said it..."

We went back to the streets and Bently followed back o a leash, but no muzzle for he had more trust in his new partner than he did before in us.