Snow Goose – a short story
‘I can’t keep going’
‘You can. A few steps more. Count to thirty three and we will stop.’
Mia stood still and waited for the others. Huge flakes like feathers fell slowly to the ground. The air was silent and still, a night sky shimmered with stars. The hare in the large round moon looked down on the group with tears in his eyes.
Mia was tearful too. There seemed to be nowhere to stop and the tiny feet and bodies behind her were exhausted. She wasn’t tired or cold. Her blanket, like large wings, kept her shielded from the damp. Her feet were protected against the wet snow. They were sturdy and used to travel.
But she worried about the little ones.
‘Thirty three steps and we can rest beneath that large fir tree ahead,’ she said reassuringly to her little birds.
The spruce was thick and heavy. No…
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