Storm clouds, white lightning, booming thunder marched and echoed around the valley. Bear’s Path would be drowned by the storm clouds… soon.
What day Bear’s Path would be showered was another question. Storm clouds threatened the area with rain for days.
Amy said, “Bear something is changing. I don’t know what… maybe it is the storm clouds. Whatever I don’t like it.”
Bear looked back and remembered Amy’s remark. He faintly heard a bell ring… almost simultaneous to him Amy’s comment.
Bear remembered… he and Amy were celebrating. These were their final joyful steps to reach Amy’s castle.
This description remained in his mind. He would remember it always… especially now… with the storm clouds.
Dream Come True?
Castle servants waved to Amy and her procession from the castle gate, castle towers and castle balconies! They’d waited so long for this day.
“Where’s the red carpet? We’ll roll it out before Amy gets much further?” asked the lead servant.
“We know we put it somewhere… however it has been many years since we last used the red carpet.”
Amy was wearing her tiara and riding a prancing white horse. Her flowing dress draped across the horse’s back when she rode side saddle.
Nearby was YorkieBear… riding Seahorse,
The procession behind them was filled with their friends AliGator, CharlieCat, DennisDragon and the mice waving from the secret compartment on DennisDragon’s back.
SamSeagull and PollyParrot flew aerial acrobatics around the entire procession.
SamSeagull shouting, “Give us the red carpet… we’ll put it in place… won’t we? We will do it now.'”
GinnyGiraffe bringing up the rear… so tall she could see over everything.
“Here are red flower petals for the carpet… start throwing them.” Everyone did.
Soon the path to the castle gate was lush with red flower petals. Heavenly perfume from the petals floated on the air.
Amy’s white horse stepped on the flower petals. Intense floral perfume was released right next to Bear’s horse.
Seahorse kept sneezing… he was allergic to flowers. He tried to hold his sneezes.
“Yachoo… he threw YorkieBear off in the rose bushes. I am sorry,” said Seahorse.
“I am too,” said YorkieBear. He picked rose thorns from his paw, “Time to get back on you.”
“I’m still sneezing,” said Seahorse. “Yachoo…ie.”
Amy was surrounded by castle servants… all talking to her at the same time… they’d heard a lot about her from DaddyJack.
“Wait, wait we have lots of time to talk. I want you to meet my friends.”
“YorkieBear take a bow, CharlieCat say meow, AliGator swims moats, DennisDragon keeps you warm, and the mice are entertaining.”
“Oh yes, SamSeagull and PollyParrot wave from on high. GinnyGiraffe is looking in the castle windows.”
“We are so glad we’re here. We have had so many terrific adventures finding the castle.”
“Exciting finding you all and the castle! We are tired and hungry.”
“Of course you are… we forgot in all the excitement,” said the servants. “It has been so many years since we last heard from anyone.”
“Come this way… down the path and through the castle gate… we’ll have some food ready soon,” the kitchen staff departed.***
Amy, Amy’s Castle… everyone disappeared! Bear rubbed his eyes in disbelief… all that was left behind was nothing but bold print.
He would leave Amy and the castle’s story in bold print forever. He had lost his one true friend.
Amy was his princess. Bear would have been her true and loyal confidant… her right hand man.
It was impossible. Everything disappeared before his eyes except the storm clouds.
It was as if he were struck by a bolt of lightning. The faint ring of a small bell?
Bear would go on. He was a survivor… he’d overcome tragedy.
Failure, Like Pain, Is Alien to My Life – Og Mandino
“I agree with the above quote,” said Bear. “No one is stopping me.”
“This would not steal his joy… no way.” Determination strong in his voice!
Looking to the western sky Bear saw movement. It appeared the forest was moving… the storm clouds also.
Maybe it was the wind blowing. It seemed the trees or mountain were moving… just like the seagulls carried by the wind.
It was past noon. The sun slipped westward in the sky as storm clouds circled the valley.
Crack… white lightning then boom… thunder. Still no rain… the storm clouds continued to build moisture.
Bear looked up. “When those storm clouds let go we are going to be flooded… fast.”
It had gone on for days like this. There was high humidity in the air but no rain.
More movement caught his eyes… he identified the source… a thundering herd of horses. It wasn’t the forest or the mountain moving.
The horses stampeded through the forest… made the forest look like it was moving. The horses shook the trees… the storm clouds escorted them.
The horses stampeded over the top of the mountain. Pushed each other down the mountainside.
Horses disappeared as they were lower down in the valley. Just as fast, other horses came up the other side.
What was driving the horses to move at this rate of speed? Added to the chaos was howling wind… soon storm clouds would add to the excitement.
Bear thought to himself, “If we get rain maybe the horses will stop and cool down. They need drinking water for sure now.”
At the extreme speeds they were moving they would reach Bear’s Path soon. Time to move to higher ground.
Dynamic Panoramic Scenes
The sun set lower in the western sky. Soon the skies and storm clouds would be dynamic reds from the sunset.
The sunset and storm clouds would be framed by the mountains. The horses would be as if they were fanning the flames of a fire.
All of this Bear envisioned as horses stampeded through the valley hills.
The horses thundered by him. His viewpoint spectacular!
The crescendo of fast hoof beats echoed through the valley. Booms of thunder increased the noise level.
Bear could see their hot breath. The galloping horses were drenched with sweat.
The lead horse of the herd passed by him… so many of them. “How many horses were left?”
No ranches in the area had this many horses. “Where did they come from?”
At last the herd thinned out. He started seeing a few stragglers.
These horses were slower and older than the rest. They breathed heavily… clearly exhausted.
Last But Not Least!
The sun was starting to turn shades of red as the last horses struggled by Bear.
Looking up the valley Bear could clearly see the last of the herd against the pinkish red sky and the storm clouds.
The sky turned to evening. Hard to see as day started into darkness.
The last slow clip clops… iron shoes hitting the packed earth… there stood the last of the herd. Much smaller than the rest.
The smiling horse was a donkey. Hee Haw, Hee Haw, Hee Haw.
Yep, you guessed right… it is the Tail’s End! (Did you guess by the position of the donkey?)
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BearHugs ’til our next adventures.
Amy & Bear