Writing by Linnea

Taking Flight 

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It was a calm morning. There was a slight ripple on the surface of the blue water, caused by a whispering westerly wind that whipped across the bay. 

A hungry heron hopped happily along a floating log, waiting for its moment to strike. Any second now, it would sink its sharp, saber-like beak into the salty water, hoping to pluck an unsuspecting victim from beneath the surface… 

 

Splash! Plucking out the panicking cod, the heron started to the sky, only to come plummeting down to the ground again, surprised by the unexpected weight of the fish. Irritated the heron tried jerking up its head to call the rest of its flock for help, only to once more have its head dragged down. Furious, the heron tried to drop the cod, but annoyingly, the fish was stuck to its long beak. 

Losing its temper, the heron struck its head on the log it was perched on. SNAP! As the irritating fish came off its beak, the heron tried rising to the sky, only to be dismayed by the fact that its wings were soaking. Clambering onto the soggy bank of the river, the heron let itself collapse onto the sand, uncomfortable at the fact that its wings felt greasy from the sand stuck in its feathers. 

Looking up to the sky, the heron felt a pang of loneliness as it realised that the rest of the flock had flown out without it. 

As the heron's hope started to vanish, a squawk came from the sky. Looking up, the heron felt happiness light up inside it. Another heron had been left behind! Excited, the heron lifted to the sky, its tiredness forgotten. The other heron squawked with delight, and the two birds flew off together.