Brew and her Rat-Lover's escape.

           The trees stood like shish-ca-bobbed happiness for all the life that they carried. Sqirrels, small blue birds the size of one of a wrist-watches clock. And there was a rat, one very smart and kind rat who wore an anormally-wide dark green hat to hide its stained-brown face. Her name was Brew, and she smelled very strongly of peppermint brush, the scent of a young male looking for mates, at least in this town. Ginger scent was popular in other places for rats, but no mind. In her small chocolaty arms rested a a hollow glass globe filled with a colour-changing smoke.

             This cross-dressing rat was in the trees, stained in chocolate milk, and trying to seem casually hidden for a reason. She was to assist in a major escape, and so she had to look down at the Foot Land or ground for her husband,the escapee. Her cross-dressing was in part to make her look more striking and less helpless, but she felts very helpless any how. She felt nervous and frail amongst the leaves, for she had never been this high before. Infact, that was the strongest of the reasons for dressing like a man. She had not known where the High Canopy was, and a women rats were banned from heights, where-as men rats were not. It was normal and accepted for men rats to ask questions about the canopies, where-as with a woman, it would be suspicious. So, Brew took the time to cross-dress, which was fun anyways. The pepper-mint thickets were pleasant and camoflaging was just extra fun.

             Beside her was a very different species ( as far as animal politics go) and the only other major assistant to the opperation. This was a sugar glider named Earli who smelled of sage. She was also a female, but for sugar gliders, sexism was expressed in different ways than for rats. For example, going into the rain might be discouraged for female sugar-gliders because most thought that their skin was less thick than a male's. So, when it rained, males would go out for the 'she' sugargliders and do their errands if necessary, but being up at the High Cannopy was normal and considerred safe for all sugar gliders. At young ages, most sugar-gliders have mastered their strong wings, wings that were much more durable than a fairies.

              "And, how about the rat? How is she helpful" you might ask. Well, that answer slept patiently in the glasss ball of smoke that she held, a potion to ' assign a new location for what ever the smoke encounters,' the wizard had intoned when she bought it. In simple terms, you throw it at something, and when the smoke of colos is free, it transports in seconds what-ever it is assigned to where it is assigned to, which Brew handled at the shop by filling out the forms. How she got the cinder sticks (money) for that is another story. At that moment, she was worried, not about how many cinder sticks she spent, but on whether she spent them on the right sorceror. If not, the plan was pointless. But then, she took a few breaths, and stopped worrying about it.

              For two minutes, both animals waited, prepared and shaky with unused strength. The sound around them, calls and movements were dense, and they made Brew quite nervous about whether she would see the reason for this escapade because the wind was blowing the tree's leaves this way and that way. life in the trees was quite distracting; every other moment something was skipping or flying over the small holes in foliage below where the Foot Land could be seen. But were worry abated when she saw her most funny, and witty husband walking cuffed and downcast with fat short ogres all around him, an road of about twenty-five ogres, it seemed.

            "Ogres. Of course," muttered Brew to herself. 'I will do anything for my husband, anything, anything at all,' she coaxed herself. 

            "Yes, and- yep, there are the cake- fairies," Earli commented. The green devil-like creatures were skinny but that was highly contradictory to what they ate all the time, which was flour. It was the only thing benefited them food-wise like rat meat would owls, or like brush could mice. They were firmly vegitarian, and had flour-packed goods all the time, cake being one of their favorite meals, and the reason they were there was to help the ogres. If they didn't, the ogres would eat them, but really even with their arrows, they meant nothing. Since they were in lower canopies, and wore red tatoos on their arms to show their tribe, they were easy to see. Plus their wings reflected like mirrors, which meant the trees seemed to shine because there were so many scattered about. Brew swallowed. 'I can do this for him. I love him. I can do it,' she thought in growing fear.

                "There are far greater numbers than I expected," Earli commented.

                "Yah. My husband's hot stuff," Brew joked. Earli chuckled, then Bree stood a little straighter with the light smoke-globe still in her arms, a baby she would never have if she didn't do this. 

            "Are you ready?" the sugar-glider asked. Bree nodded, and got on the sugar glider's back. "Man, I hope this works"

             "Me too," Bree said. In response, Earli crouched, the wind swishing around her fur and leapt, soaring downward. Bree could see her small husband clearly with her skillful sight. They were getting closer to the lower canopy.

             'Almost there,' Bree thought. The lower canopy of swaying leaves and glinting fairy wings came closer, and then:

 SWWWWWWWWWWWWWISSHHHHHH!

They were through, arrows scraped the air, and the ball flew at Bree's husband's amazed face. In a god's throat of smoke, her husband vanished, and Earli and Bree flew across the idth of the twenty-five ogres and lower, dodging trees as they speedily descended. What ever happenned next, Bree was glad her husband was safe. Then, they landed.

Author's Note

It wass based off of the cartoon verion of Robin Hood and The Secret of Nimh. Thank you for reviews. Hope you like it!

Reviews

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I absolutely loved Secret of Nimh when I was a kid. This was a joy to read, something quite unique. The only thing you need to do is edit some typos, especially towards the end of the story; it says 'Bree' instead of 'Brew.' Other than that, I really liked this one. Will there be more?