Entry 4
“Can you smell it in the air yet?” Rahead feverishly grinned off to my side. I watched silently as she licked her fingertip before holding it up to the clouds. “Smell what?” I asked confused. “Ah huh!” she yelled while doing a mini hop in the air. “Maple syrup!” “Maple what?” I half repeated. “Syrup duh! And you call me the kid? You can’t tell me you don’t have maple syrup where you’re from!” Her eyebrows were intertwined as she looked me up and down in disbelief. “Well yes we do but how do you know what that is?” I stopped and crossed my arms while she ignored me and kept walking. “Oh for Pete’s sake!” she practically yelled as she stormed off to the right towards a patch of sweet smelling towering trees. “PETE! What have I told you about the sacred maple trees? They are for celebration pancakes only!” “Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!” a croaked voice said with sadness. “This wasn’t me Rahead.” Stepping out from behind her I could see that voice came from a paper thin size frog who had extremely long fingers with bulb thubs at each tip. “Well who was is?” she asked with irritation. “Rahead I’d love to tell you but first be a dear and pull me out of the syrup. I seem to be stuck to the bark of the tree.” I watched as he struggled to free himself from the syrups grasp only to be submerged in it even further. “Woah…” I breathed as I moved closer to the tree. “Oh for Pete’s sake!” Rahead repeated, even louder this time. “What’s that dear?” the frog asked as she continued to pull at his arms. “No not you Pete! Figure of speech for her…she’s new here!” I looked down at her from admiring the tree just soon enough to catch her eyes glaring at me for not helping free Pete. “Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a maple tree before!” “Not one like this…” I said in amazement, getting lost in the colors of the bark and the shape of the leaves. The tree stood as straight as an arrow, it’s bark was a burnt orange color with brown cheetah spots and the liquid coming out of it was a brownish-yellow that glowed and sparkled like magic. I imagined the honey back home would be jealous if it caught sight of this tree. It’s leaves were shaped like teardrops and they dripped maple syrup. I licked my lips as I watched maple ooze from some of its barks spots. Suddenly an overwhelming sugar rush came over me as the wind blew the smell up my nostrils. “Oh Brother!” she said roller her eyes at me while slapping her forehead. “Hey Rahead! Did you say somethin’?” another frog appeared nervously out of nowhere. In a rushed voice he spoke so fast and blended his words together that I barely caught what he had said to her. “No not you, it’s just another expression!” she said as she huffed with irritation once more. “Er…err…errr…” I watched her grunt and pull, grunt and yank, grunt and grunt until finally Pete came free from the tree with a bubble gum pop, sending them both flying backwards. “You gotta be kidding me!” “No I’m not. You said you’re not a kid, right?” I said with a laugh trying my best to make joke of the situation. But instead of laughter I received daggered eyes as she was vigorously attempted to swipe off the syrup that had clung to her, with no avail. “I…don’t like…your jokes,” she said angerly before walking away from the three of us. “Thanks Rahead!” Pete yelled from behind us as I followed her back out into the open field. He waved happily at her but she never looked over her shoulder to see it. Comments are closed.
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