Being outside, for Jack, was like returning to his roots. He
felt free in the outside air. Over the last few months, he had learned to live
with being inside. From the minute he was captured, he had given into the fact
that he would probably never go outside again. At least, not on his own terms.
Yet here he was. He
looked back towards Mark, who was sat in the grass a few feet away, watching
him carefully. It had taken a bit of convincing, but Mark eventually gave in to
his request to go outside.
He smiled to himself
as he continued walking through the knee-high grass. Mark sure was something
and Jack was glad he ended up with him.
He found himself
walking to the base of one of the only trees in the park. As he placed his hand
against the rough texture of the bark, he smiled sadly as he thought of back
home. He, along with his family, had lived in a tree hole. And though this tree
didn’t have one of those, it still brought back memories.
He glanced to the
ground and smiled when he found an acorn. He went over and picked it up, having
to hold it with two hands. It was probably as big as his head. More memories
were brought back, of lunches and dinners with the very nut he held in his
hands. Living in the woods of Ireland, nuts and berries were basically the only
things they ate. Though Jack had never complained, he had to admit, after
tasting actual food he wasn’t sure if he could go back.
A sound caught Jack’s
ears, faint, but there. Before he had a chance to look around, a small shadow
fell over him. Turning around, Jack came face to face with a very large squirrel.
They stared at each other for a moment before the squirrel hissed at him. Jack
dropped the nut and screamed, backing away quickly and hoping the squirrel
would leave him alone after getting the nut.
the squirrel did take the nut and stuff it in its cheeks, the creature wasn’t
about to let Jack go. Jack hit the back of the tree, trapped. You would think
that living in the forest taught him how to deal with animals, right? Well you
would be wrong. Being the youngest out of his large family, he always had
others to rely on when it came to them. That and he barely remembers ever
running into any.
As he stood there, helpless,
a larger shadow fell over the two of them.
“Mark!” Mark had
taken his eyes off of Jack for two seconds to check something on his phone,
only to have been met with a scream. Seeing the furry creature cornering Jack,
he quickly made his way over. The squirrel looked over his shoulder at the
massive human and they had their own small staring contest. Mark then waved his
hands and shooed off the squirrel. The squirrel took one more glance at Jack
before running back up the tree.
Jack sighed with
relief and collapsed onto the grass. Mark also let out a tiny relieved sigh of
his own before turning his attention to Jack, his eyes darting over his body, checking
for injuries. Thankfully, Jack hadn’t been hurt.
“You’re lucking I’m
the King of the Squirrels or that could have been a lot worse,” Jack gave him a
confused look before letting out a few chuckles. He wasn’t sure what Mark
meant, but he wasn’t going to ask. Mark offered a hand, palm up and Jack got on
readily. He was brought up to Mark’s face.