Baby Joey

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After just thirty days I find myself in a strange new world, a world that alas I am unable to see, being born blind means that this darkness will be my closest friend; that is until I get to see the light.

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To outsiders, I would seem to look like a tiny hairless worm and soon, very soon, my blood red linear body would need to find the strength to take on that short climb through my mother’s dense soft fur. So after the short climb that seemed to last for hours. Hours of hard struggle that any neutral outsider watching over me should soon realize that it had actually taken me only five minutes.

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After reaching my destination, I noticed through the dim dark light an odd curved shape protruding through the soft fur inside my mother’s pouch, it seemed to wave to me, enticing me over, welcoming me to suckle on it, drinking that sweet nectar that would help me grow tall and strong.

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Nearly two hundred days have passed and I felt the urge to head towards a bright light, a light that over these early months had helped me through every day, especially when the same bright light had angled itself in a way that it would light up my entire furry bedroom.

Therefore, I let the light take me, guide me and so I hopped out from the safety of my mother and immediately hopped straight back into that warm hairy room. I was so scared but I knew that I would have to be brave to overcome these fears, fears from these strange new noises, weird new smells and the dark tall figures that do not seem to move, but still, they can cast an eerie shadow on the sandy ground below.

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It was after another forty days had passed that I was able to overcome these fears, I was ready to leave my mother’s safety. No more would I be scared of the dark, the warm bright light would comfort me for as long as I could see it.

 

A 350-word story using an animal that they had a workshop on and also using ten light words I had given them. This was my effort with a baby Kangeroo in mind.