Burt and Beyond. (Part 2)

City Boy.

The stream weaved and changed direction, it's current slowed to a casual speed as Burt hung on to a small piece of bark he'd managed to find, a dream about Jack slowly sinking into the water faded as his eyes opened.
"Stop Jack, there's plenty of room!"
Burt jumped up, lines of light shot through the over hanging leaves and branches, the smell of dampness hung in the air, the sound of a Banjo plucking from the stream side.
"Shucks" a one eyed frog said, turning to his blind toad friends, "looks lak we gots ourselves a visitor."
Burt smiled, but had come to understand that danger was a very real thing to fear.
"The names Burt!"
"Nas to meet y'all, Butt!"
"No, Burt!" Burt yelled back.
"What he said?" the blind toad asked.
"He says he's called Bird? Or somit?"
"No" Burt shouted, and then thought it better just to go a long with it.
"Wah don't y'all just come over here boy... So we can properly meet."
"Um... No thanks" Burt replied.
"Don't be shy now boy!"
"I'm good, cheers!" Burt shouted. He started to paddle with his hands as fast as he could, he had plenty of friends already, and possibly could go without two more.
And though he was from a simple garden crockery, out here, in the beyond, he felt like a city boy.