Temperate+Rainforest+Fiction

Welcome to the Temperate Rainforest Fiction Page! By Jared R. and Colin F. 

It was a miserable day in the Temperate Rainforest. The sky was a drab grey, and the rain was coming down in sheets. Joe the Lynx was drenched. As he padded among the trees, he heard a cry for help. Joe found Alan the Mule Deer, with his leg trapped between some logs. “Somebody please help,” Alan pleaded. “Well, well, well, what do we have here? Looks to me like a little snack.” “Please don’t eat me,” Alan begged. “And why should I do that? Tell you what: if your friends can take me down, I’ll let you go.” Joe was a popular deer, and his friends were looking on at a distance. They backed off in fear. “Well clearly, fame isn’t everything.” With a desperate heave, Alan pulled free of the logs. As he ran off, Joe went for the jugular. After Joe had eaten his fill, he stalked off, his muzzle wet with blood.

After the meal, Joe went to a stream to get a drink. Little did he know that Larry the Leach was waiting for him. Joe stepped in the water and started slurping up the water. Larry was thirsty for blood, so he latched on to one of Joe’s legs. Joe walked away without feeling a thing. But a few minutes later, Joe felt a little bite on his leg. Larry was never going to let go of Joe’s leg. Joe knew there was something on his leg but didn’t know what. He tried scratching it off but couldn’t. A few days later, Joe was in extreme pain, and could not get Larry off. Larry finally dried up that day.

With the parasite off him, Joe could finally go home. His home was a space in the trunk of Carl the Sitka Spruce. Carl didn’t care if Joe was in him, in fact, Carl was full of animals: Oscar the American Kestrel, Dave the Pacific Varied Thrush, Bob the Raven, and Quentin the Black Bear. Carl protected all from the weather.

As Joe walked by Alan, he saw a large form eating him. Joe approached the figure. The shadow suddenly jumped up. As Joe was about to run, the form talked. “Hi, I’m Jose the Sasquatch, or ‘Bigfoot.’” “You guys are real?” “Yep.” “I thought that you guys ate plants, not deer.” “Really, we’re omnivores. Usually, I spring for berries, but I can’t resist a good slice of venison. Thanks for taking this down. This is your kill, do you want it?” “No I ate my share.” “Well, I gotta go.” Bigfoot ran off. As he jumped a log, Joe saw a flash. A man with a camera was standing in awe. Joe shook his head. “This will not end well."

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