Thoughts and actions. {a south park story}

Continuing the search.

Unlike Taylor, I knew exactly how to survive in the forest. Well, somewhat. I pulled out a stick of butter, a stick, a napkin, and a lighter. I rolled the napkin up and rubbed it all over with butter. I made a hole in the butter with my stick, and shoved the napkin in. Then I grabbed my lighter and lit the napkin. It was a little candle. I walked around the area gathering old twigs, dead leaves, and a couple small logs from fallen tree. I built a little tipi sort of thing from the logs. I placed the leaves and twigs inside it. Then i put my candle inside, and waited. The flame caught onto the leaves first, then the twigs, and eventually, the logs.

   I had a small fire going. I know it wasn't smart to sleep near a fire, but i had no tent, so i curled up in my jacket and closed my eyes.

    I awoke to a rustling in the bushes nearby. A small chipmunk skittered out. I sighed in relief and checked the fire. It was burning low. I patted it out with my shoes. Once it cooled off, i took the rest of the butter and wrapped it back up, shaking off the ashes. I definately wasn't going to eat it, but I figured I could make another candle from it. Now that I was far from any town, I needed to hunt for food. Clouds dotted the sky and the morning dew glittered on the grass. I climbed up a tree and waited.

    I pulled out a long, curved stick and tied a string to it. A makeshift bow. I had remembered to grab some arrows I created for this purpose one summer. Soon, a rabbit leaped into the clearing. It wasn't much, but I would take it.

     I trudged onward, hoping I wasn't too late. Two days passed. I hunted and fried my own food. Taylor must be really far away at this point. How would she survive without food? She would be starving by now. I climbed a tree to get a good look at the area. Luckily, I had my binoculers. I peered into them. Is that..? It was! I saw a small figure weaving through the tall grass.

  "Taylor!" I called. She looked up, and saw me in the tree. She raced over to the bottom of the tree.

"What are you doing here?!" she demanded.

 "Rescuing you!" I snapped.

  "Well I don't need rescuing, thank you very much! It's obvious I'm not needed at home!" she protested.

 I gazed at her with a hurt expression. "No Taylor," I said quietly. "I need you."

  She looked away, then looked back. "You're not lying?" she squeaked.

 "No," I looked her straight in the eye. "You have no idea."

  We pulled each other into a hug. "Now tell me," I whispered. "What was really going on?"

  She poured out a story of the bullies in her school. "Well," I replied. "It looks like I have some work to do." I rolled up my sleeves, and Taylor smiled.