Alighting with a Brunswick part 4

Edward awoke to a heart wrenching noise. *BOOOM*"Hunters!" He wailed in his mind.

When Edward had first met the pheonix, he did as much study as he could about them. He then learned that when the pheonix is young it lays 10 eggs, but only one of them has a baby pheonix in it. When a pheonix is minutes before death,

they egnite their eggs , this is the way the eggs hatches and the bird gets the magical powers.

Edward looked up just in time to see the great pheonix, fall towards the meadow. He ran down the hill as fast as he could. Catching the creature in his arms. A bullet had gone through her left wing. He hurdled back up the hill, over branches and stones, that lay scatterd all over his path. He heard angry voices proceeding him, with every step. The pheonix was not yet gone when he reached the nest. The bird knew, and let out a weak huff of flame to the nest. "I hope that was enough!" wailed Edward. He looked into the eyes of his dear friend, he saw a longing to live a few hours more. A thought struck him. He heard angry voiced beings coming closer. He jumped into a high branch, which led into a secret bridge he had built himself, high above the ground. When he reached the bridge he stopped to rest for a moment, and peered down at the clearing below. He saw his pursuers, and immediately was shaking all over. For below him were the two ugliest Doongags he had ever seen.

Not faraway in the cottage, a frightened man jumped out of his skin.

Mr. Brunswick surprised to have himself scared of a little girl's voice. "Perkins!" she called.

Mr.Brunswick was startled to feel the object he was concealing in his coat was begining to rattle and wiggle. Mr.Brunswick was thinking fast, he swiftly tore open the door, flung the cat outside, and threw his fluff covered coat on the ottoman above. The moment he had released his grip on the cat it let out a wild screech. He then heard the cat's name called once more, and Daneil appeared. "Exuse me, Sir Bruns-- I mean Mr.Brunswick, have you seen Perkins? I want to fling him out the door!" She said with a frown on her face. "Now there are two things I don't understand about this sittuation." He began, "For one thing, why are you scrunching up your pretty littul' face? The other was why would you want to throw a cat out the door?" She thanked him for the complement, and explained that the little rascal had taken the yarn off her knitting project. Then interuppting the conversation they both heard a familiar voice from the kitchen. "A message to the house: Breakfeast is waiting!"