We
were left in the woods; alone and lost. These woods and something peculiar about
them, they seemed unnatural, as if they were trees but they did not belong in a
forest. My friend went up to one and touched its trunk. They were completely entangled
in moss, making the trees feel almost sponge like. The air was thick around me;
it felt very humid. Where are we? Look! Something zipped between the trees,
fast and small. The light shined off its body. What was that? We raced after
it, though it was somewhat hard to because it was so swift; it seemed to be
flying just above the brush. We then decided to crouch and wait for it to
reveal itself, since catching it would be impossible. What we saw, we just
could not believe our eyes. A little fish poked its head out from underneath a
bush, then darted to the closest tree. It was a live fish, swimming freely
through the air as gracefully as it could in water. Somehow, the sight made me
suddenly feel as though maybe we were underwater. I held my breath but when I
let it out again, the air did not feel any different. I revered at how the
little fish was able to float through the air effortlessly yet it was not
flapping its fins like a bird. Just then, the little fish became frightened; I
suppose I could say it swam away; and was accompanied by hundreds of other
small shimmering fish. Gazing at the sudden flock of iridescent fish, I did not
think to notice what had startled them. My friend clutched my arm with such urgency,
dragging me off to the side, I was almost afraid to know what petrified the
fish. I took in a deep breath of air and vigilantly peeked around the soft tree.
Hovering above our heads was a great white shark in pursuit of the frantic diminutive
fish.
- Alyssa Schnell
