Awakening, Creativity, life, Mental Health, Nature, Parenting

Brooklyn the Brumby

Brooklyn the brumby lived in the Australian bush with the rest of her herd. She was always getting in trouble for doing her own thing and she never stopped talking. 

The other brumbies teased her and told her she was annoying. Brooklyn tried not to listen and kept being unique but sometimes she felt lonely and different to the others. Sometimes she even cried.

When she felt sad, Brooklyn would run as fast as the wind and imagine she had wings. Sometimes when she got angry she would imagine she had a magic horn and could turn the others into donkies. 

Brooklyn felt like the herd would be happier without her so one night she decided to run away and live all alone. Then she could talk as much as she liked and be herself without others complaining.

Once the other brumbies were asleep brooklyn crept away into the night. As she walked, she looked up at the stars twinkling down on her. Suddenly she saw a shooting star race across the sky and she quickly made a wish. 

Brooklyn started to make up a song to fill in the lonely silence. She reached the top of a hill and looked down over the valley where she was born. A loud gunshot rang out through the night and Brooklyn frantically searched for where the noise had come from. 

Suddenly she heard the terrified screams of her herd and she knew she had to go back and help them. She had travelled almost all night and she knew it would be too late by the time she got there but she had to try. 

Brooklyn ran like the wind and called out to her family. The cold air stung her eyes and her vision was soon blurry but she kept going. When she finally opened her eyes, she realised her feet weren’t touching the ground anymore. She looked around and saw she was flying and had magically grown wings but she didn’t have time to freak out. 

In no time at all she was by the herds side. They were being rounded up by men who planned on trapping and selling them. Brooklyn had to stop them somehow so she charged at the men and kicked wildly at their faces. 

The men whipped her and tried to catch her from all directions. She stood and stared at the men with her nostrils flaring angrily. Suddenly the men were thrown backwards hard. They all lay staring at Brooklyn with faces as pale as ghosts. 

The men ran away screaming in horror and Brooklyn realised she had magically grown a horn which had sent out an invisible blast to get rid of the men. She turned to her herd and they surrounded her, each rearing up and neighing loudly. 

Brooklyn knew that the shooting star had made her wish come true. Now she looked as special on the outside as she was on the inside. She knew she would never feel lonely again. Now she was more different than ever because now she was an Alicorn. 


Willow Armadillo 

Willow was a pink fairy Armadillo who

was always curling up in a ball whenever

she got a fright, which was quite often.

Her 3 sisters who were all born at the

same time as her, were always laughing at

her and using her as a soccer ball.

Willow would think about how much she

missed her parents as she was rolled

around and around on the ground.

Her whole family had been captured just

after willow and her sisters were born.

They had been taken to a zoo where

people would stand and stare at them all

day. Not long after they had arrived there,

both her parents had become sick. Then

one morning, they had disappeared and

never came back. So the babies escaped

through a tiny opening. Every day willow

and her sisters would race each other

deep beneath the ground to see who was

the fastest burrower but willow always

came last. One day a big storm came and

the armadillo family huddled together in

their burrow. But soon the burrow began

to fill with water and the 4 sisters barely

escaped. They hid beneath a sapling and

tried to stay dry as they waited for the

storm to pass. As they watched the rain a

wild boar trotted towards them. He

spotted the armadillo family right away

and began to charge at them. Willow

quickly curled herself into a ball while

her  sisters tried to dig to safety but the

ground had turned to mud. The 3 girls

scattered in different directions but they

were diggers not runners and the boar

was right behind them. Willow called to

her sisters to curl up like her but they

were too afraid to stop running. Then

willow had an idea. She called to her

sisters to play soccer and they ran

towards willow. They gave an almighty

kick and sent willow flying towards the

boar. The willow ball hit the boar in the

bottom and he ran away squealing. The

armadillos all cheered and lifted willow

up on their shoulders, as she uncurled

herself and smiled proudly. After that,

willows sisters never laughed at her or

used her as a soccer ball again. Except of

course sometimes when it rained too