Berty's Search For Paradise

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Berty’s Search For Paradise
A Short Story By Maya Scott.


Introduction

Not So Long Ago, Somewhere In England, Was An Old House. In That House, Lived A Man Called Tom Blum. Tom Blum was a healthy 40 year old man with dark green eyes and brown hair. Tom Had An Owl Called Percy. Everything Was Happy, Or At Least As Happy As It Could Get In A Mouldy Old House Like Tom’s. But Tom Had One Fear, One Thing He Believed So Terrible That When It Came He Would Have To Stay In Bed All Day And Cry. That Was How Afraid He Was. In fact, Just Thinking Of The Next Trip To The Dentist Made Tom queasy. But That Was Not The Only Tom Was Afraid Of, As He Soon Discovered One Misty Thursday Morning. And That Is Where Our Story Begins.

Chapter 1

It Was A Nice, Misty Thursday Morning, Somewhere In England, When Berty Crawled Through Number 42, Gardener Street‘s Cat Flap. He Had Just Come From His Home In Davies Road, And Was A Bit Upset At The Quality Of The Carpet As His Soft Ferret Body Collided With The Filthy Floor. Then He Recognised The Noise Of A Pair Of Soft, Pink, Fuzzy Slippers Thudding Down The Hallway. But Before Berty Could Hide Behind The Conveniently Placed Bookshelf To His Left, The Pink Slippers Were Halfway Down The Hallway, And Heading Towards Him. Berty Panicked. The Owner Of The Slippers Panicked. The Slippers Seemed To Have Panicked Too, Because They Where Heading Towards Berty! Berty was embarrassed to Find Himself Still Running Away From The Cries Of The Slipper’s Owner Two Hours Later. He Could See A Hole In The Wall Ahead Of Him, So He Put On A Bit More Speed And Reached It Just In Time. “I’m Lucky To Be Alive” Berty Realised As He Saw The Man With the Slippers Walk Away With A Cage In His Hand.

Chapter Two

“Wait, No!” Yelled Tom Sleepily, “I Haven’t Got My Complimentary Mints Yet!”, Then Promptly Sat Up. “I’ve Been Having Nightmares Again” He Informed The Silver Bird Who Was Perched On His Bed Post. It Just Looked At Tom Rather Stupidly, and flew out of the room. Tom Got Out Of Bed Wearily And Put On His Fluffy Pink Slippers. His Ears Picked Up A Slightly Muffled Scuffling Noise. His Body Went Tense. “Mice” He Thought, As He Picked Up A Newspaper And Slowly Edged Towards The Door, Then Ran Towards The First Remotely Fuzzy Object He Saw, Which Was Of Course Berty. After Half An Hour, He Gave Up On Catching Berty With A Newspaper, And Got A Cage. But, Alas, Berty Had Already Found A Nook To Hide In. Upon Seeing Berty Enter, Tom Gave Up On Catching Him Altogether. He Went For His Daily Shower And Upon Entrance Then Proceeded With His Not-So Daily Heart-Attack.

Chapter Three

Berty Slowly Crept Out Of His Hole. Where Had Mr Slipper-Owner Gone? Berty Couldn’t See Or Hear Him, So He Ventured Further Into What Seemed To Be A Bathroom. He Was Observing What Seemed To Be Another Ferret In A Mirror, When He Heard Tom Coming,
He Quickly Jumped On To A Convenient Ledge That Just Happened To Be Tom’s Soap Dish. He Then Proceeded To Scare Tom Half To Death. Berty Stared At What Seemed To Be His Doing. Tom Was White As…Well, A Really White Thing And Berty Was As Brown As….Well, A Brown Ferret. Anyways, It Was Obvious That While Berty Was A Perfectly Healthy Brown, Tom Was Not. Tom Was Actually Quite An Unhealthy Shade Of White, If You Didn’t Already Noticed. And Berty Found Himself Responsible. Berty Hid His Face And Scampered Away, Leaving Tom To Turn Back To His Proper Colour.

its kinda long and a bit open ended.