Open Question: I found a baby rat in the garage and dont want to kill it…what do i do?
I saw a little naked kinda see-through critter in the garage all covered in debris…i picked him up in a paper towel when i saw his heart beating and i put him in a shoe box with the lid open and tissue paper and paper towels after i rinsed him eith warm water.
i love animals and dont want to kill the little fella but i know rats in the wild can have diseases? what do i do? i am only 15 and no adults are around?
Wed, 25 Aug 2010 20:55:08 GMT
Open Question: When you read this, do you SEE it? Be honest please! :) (New Piece)?
IT STARTED OFF WITH AN INDIGO HORIZON. The woman walked along the beach, clutching her silk cover up closer to her body as the cool breeze threatened to freeze her. The moon suspended high and swollen in the twilight sky; the silvery light reflected against the water, causing the ocean to shimmer as if made of a thousand tiny diamonds. Pulling the hair band from her wrist, she tied her golden hair into a pony.
?Miss??
The woman eyes narrowed slightly as she tried to detect who had called her. A tap on her shoulder caused her to jump, her heart scrambling against the confines of her chest. ?Whoa, there.? Her eyes met a pair of burly wood ones. The man?s hair was a deep brown, and it hung down onto his forehead. The white collar of his shirt looked bright against the tan of his skin. His lips twitched into a small smile as the woman?s heart beat slowed. ?Hey, it?s alright.? He murmured, his eyes laughing. ?I?m not going to hurt you.?
Defence kicking in, the woman retreated back slowly. ?What do you want??
He appeared to think about it; his lips pursed and his dark eyebrows knitted together. ?A date.? He moved closer to her, and his fingers caught the woman?s elbows as her spoke into her ear. The scent of Tide and cigarettes wafted off his skin. ?You know, you walked past me over there.? She felt him nod his head in the direction she?d been walking away from. ?And I just like that, I knew.?
Though she tried, she couldn?t move. ?Knew what?? She asked, her voice low and demanding. This man couldn?t be serious, could he? There was no way she was going on a date with him; she didn?t even know him for God sake!
?What, you didn?t feel it?? She felt him smile against her cheek. ?Me and you, we?re meant to be together.?
Her mind reeled back on her?the quick snap of elastic. ?Yeah, right? She snorted. She pushed him away from her, and in the process her cover up fell to the sandy floor, revealing her coral top and light denim shorts. Before she could, the man plucked it up from the ground and balled it in his hands. ?Give it back,? She warned. ?That thing wasn?t cheap.?
The corners of his eyes crinkled. ?Or what??
?Or else,? She said, raising her eyebrows.
That response was clearly not as sinister as she?d intended it to be; the man laughed in her face. He clapped his hands together, though the sound was muffled by the fabric of her cover up. ?How ?bout this: if I give it back, you go on a date with me.?
The woman shook her head, disbelieving. ?You?re insane.?
He cocked his head to the side, still smiling. Moonlight illuminated the edges of his face in a faint silvery blue light. ?Say you?ll go on a date with me.?
She glanced at his feet and frowned. ?I don?t like men who wear flip flops.?
He kicked them off, and the woman met his eyes, which were still gleaming with triumph. Though she didn?t know exactly why; as far as she knew, she was winning this battle. ?Say it.?
?Nope.?
He shrugged, ?Fine, then.? and let the cover up spill from his fingers like sugar onto the sand. ?Can I at least get your name??
The woman weighed the pros and cons for a moment; the man couldn?t figure out where she lived by just her name?She licked her dry lips. ?Hannah.?
?That?s a pretty name, Hannah. I?m Jake.? He reached out and brushed the strand pieces of hair from her face. Startled, she froze. ?You?ll change your mind about the date thing, though. Trust me.? Hannah watched his retreating back as he walked away.
She was ninety nine percent sure she wasn?t going to change her mind on this one. Kneeling down to pick up her cover up, a small square of crumpled paper fell from behind her ear. Confusion threaded between her eyebrows as she unfolded it. She laughed aloud. That man, Jake, was never going to stop, was he?; sprawled on the paper were ten numbers and four words:
I?ll see you soon.
I’m sorry, Allen, is blue better for you?
Tue, 24 Aug 2010 22:32:15 GMT
