It was a lovely afternoon, you could just tell. The sun shone down onto the grassy ground, trees dotted around the area. Paths were cleared out and benches sat out on top of hills or next to rocks to provide lovely views. Daisy flicked her ear, blue and green eyes glittering in the sun's bright light. Finding a bench underneath an oak tree, the feline let out a say as she flicked her short-furred tail around. Relaxing and pulling her arms behind her head, Daisy lifted her head to tilt upwards, dual-colored eyes closed in the sunlight-dotted shade underneath the tree. Her legs crossed as she angled her ears upwards to listen to the pair of singing birds- specifically rooks that flitted about the tree, trying to create a nest of simple twigs and leaves. She was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans with a hunter green t-shirt on top. A necklace with a small bottle hung from it swayed onto her chest. The long-legged girl that was the white-furred Daisy Greenwood peacefully relaxing in Haverpool Plaza. Something odd happened though, the birds stopped singing their lovely song. Confused, Daisy opened her eyes. Blinking to get herself used to the light again, she looked up into the tree and its leaves. The rooks were there, they were fine. But they were… silent. Now more bamboozled, Daisy got up and jumped over the bench. Unsheathing his slightly sharpened claws, she reached up an arm and heaved her agile body upwards, shoes fitting into any hole they could find. Daisy pulled herself up into the tree, however the birds only flew away, without a sound. Daisy’s half-and-half eyes followed the pair, and they fluttered off towards a small house, landing on its mount post mailbox. The black-roofed house was rather modern, made out of wood with a small porch. Sighing, Daisy climbed down the tree- sliding off at the end. Now she had nothing to do! “Might as well go on a walk.” She thought allowed, stretching her arms out and beginning to walk along the nearby path. Daisy frowned- today was not going as planned. The white-colored molly noticed the silent birds pecking at the mailbox. Birds usually pecked at things, so she thought nothing of it. Walking up by her house, she decided to go inside, maybe get a snack. Saying hello to her mother- a calico feline with yellow eyes. “Hi mom!” She said, “Hello honey.” her mother answered and waved her goodbye as Daisy walked up into her room, laying down onto her bed. Daisy sat there in boredom for a while, staring out the window. Suddenly, a pair of rooks began to peck at her window, “HEY!” She yelped out, opening the glass window. Recognizing the birds- the pair of rooks at that one tree- just as they stopped, allowing one of them to tug at her shirt’s collar for a second before it flew off. Back to the same exact mailbox earlier that day. “Huh…” She said as the other one followed. Were the birds leading her towards that house? No… they couldn’t be! Going back to her bed, Daisy took a book from her nightstand, titled /The Dynasties/. Opening the book, she began to read, and read until the moon had started to rise into the sky.
[ Continued from above ] “IMPORTANT! Please heed what I have to say! Dear reader, Hello! My name is Daisy Greenwood, I live a few blocks away from you on Ivy Avenue. If you’re reading this, then you are the only person with a post mount mailbox on your street! I would just like you to know that the birds have stopped singing, and I have reasons to believe it has something to do with this mailbox.” It wrote out her thoughts pretty clearly- the mailbox was probably the reason that the birds had stopped scream- singing! They kept pecking at the thing, poking at it and trying to steal letters, what better reason? Anyways… Daisy’s writing took up half of the page, so, not wanting to waste paper, she tore off the rest of it and put it in a pile comprised of halves of paper. Folding up the letter in half, she ran over to her drawer. When Daisy was little, she really wanted to be a mailman, and had always begged her mother to buy her lots of wax seals and envelopes. She had since grown out of the phase, but never actually used all of her things. So, opening up an ‘ancient’ drawer, she pulled out a patternless seal and envelope. Daisy did not take care to close the thing, and walked back to her desk. Putting the folded paper into the envelope, she closed it together- licking the edge of the closing fold to keep it together, forgetting that’s what the seal was for. After that, she unsheathed her claws and carved a pair of poorly drawn singing rooks into the seal. Scraping away wax from the tips of her claws, Daisy attached the wax seal to the letter with a dab of glue (which was not exactly /smart/, however, Daisy didn’t know that). Standing up proudly, Daisy took the letter tightly in her paws and ran down the stairs. Slamming open the wooden door to the outside, then gently closing it, she ran all the way back to Memory Lane with excitement. The pair of rooks looked at her suspiciously as she carefully opened the mailbox, putting the letter inside. She was so smart! Smiling, she began the short trek back home. — — — NOTES/EXTRA First : https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/713185964 Previous : https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/713185964 Next : TBW I’m am so terribly sorry if the character introduction is weird- this is my first time writing a full blown book! Audio : Jack Stauber | Blood Pump