Yes I Did

“Yes I did,” I said, even though I didn’t know what I was admitting to. 

Ambassador Reece Revevevicez nodded his head approvingly, tightened the straps on his pack and started marching off in the direction of the Willowing Forest of Dessert with a spring in his step. 

“What did I agree to?” I asked Macie, who was stuffing her favorite quilt into her pack and eyeing me with disdain. 

“You agreed to take these, mate,” Chevron said, handing a blue Tupperware container to me.

“What is it?” I asked. 

“It’s eggs,” Macie said. “You Numnuts. You said you’d keep them safe.” 

“And warm,” Chevron said.

“Warm?” I asked.

“Warm,” he said. 

“How do I do that?”

“Ask a bird,” Macie said. “They seem to have a knack for keeping eggs warm.” 

I placed the eggs into my jacket and hugged them. My pack weighed heavy on my back. I looked out towards the Willowing Forest of Dessert, the sun was straight ahead of us. The sky was a bright blue, no cloud in the sky — the forest rose before us, towering green trees rose like spiraling Goliaths. The smell of sweet maple and sugar floated on the breeze. 

“We must move fast. Four thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine miles to go!” the Ambassador said gleefully. 

Macie rolled her eyes.

“This would have never happened if titanium levitation worked right,” Chevron said. 

“What?” Macie asked.

Chevron began: