September 13, 2010
TERMINATER

Flit was flying slow and coming into the flower very gingerly when a burst of wind blew her off course and she almost missed the blossom. That would have been a real problem because that spider web would have been some catastrophe. She had to side slip hard against the wind to miss the web and bypassed that delicious meal. The wind became quiet and she hovered a moment, caught her breath, and flew on hoping that the next flower would have as good a nectar as the one she had missed.

Her left side seem to wobble as the breeze hit the wing and she came to rest on a branch just inches from a packet of green leaves. The wing stretched and moved ok but one of the feathers was out of place so she tucked it back, rested a moment, and prepared to fly on when she heard a tiny little giggle coming from under the leaves. Sounds didn’t usually bother her and she almost flew on but something about this giggle intrigued her. She moved one of those green leaves aside and uncovered a mouse just slightly bigger than her. Either she was closer to the ground than she thought or the mouse was a lot higher than he new.

“What you doing up here, little one” she hummed.

Visy just giggled again and swished his tail. “That old Norgal is after my tail and I am hiding” he quipped “and she aint going to get me! But who is you, you pretty little hummer and what is ya doing down here? Did you crash? Are you hurt? Can you fly? Do you have any cheese? Are you…………..”

“Easy, little one.” She hummed. “I am Flit and am hunting my breakfast….”

Visy glanced left and right and became a little nervous. That beak looked like a sword and it kept moving back and forth a lot faster than did Visy’s tail. “Nothing here that I can see” he squeaked and dropped his tail to the branch and backed up a few steps. This could be a little nasty but he was sure he could handle it. Just give him a chance! Besides, this Flit was a little smaller than him and he was sure he could take her. And come to think it he was sure he could even take old Norgal the old bat CAT.

His courage gaining ground and his tail almost vertical he stood up on his back legs.
“Well, Glit, it’s like this. I am preparing to wipe out old Norgal and am hiding behind these leaves waiting for her to come by and when she passes am going to jump out and scare her so bad that she is going to run forever, umph.” He giggled a little.

“The name is FLIT and Norgal is ten times your size and your crazy!” and Flit flew away. The wing was fine and Visy was knocked over the side of the branch and fell into the moss a few inches away and into a SNARK path.