Stories from the Xandarii Forest

Xander Hoekzema

age 13

Stories from the Xandarii Forest

One day, in a far away large forest called the Forest of Xandarii that has a big river and otherwise has mostly trees, a trox, a red fox with a gray rock colored shell, is hunting for capples. A capple is an apple that looks like a cucumber on the inside, and this is the trox’s favorite food. As the trox sees a capple tree, it also sees the weagle, an eagle with the head of a wolf, in a tree. The trox runs to get the capple, but the weagle swoops down, grabs it, and says, “You want this? Help me, and you might get it.”

“No,” says the trox, “you won’t give it to me.”

Then, the trox sees another capple as he walks over to the capple. He keeps the weagle’s eyes on him. “So, Weagle, what do you want me to do?” the trox asks as he inches closer to the capple. The weagle suddenly swoops down and grabs the capple.

“Nooooooo,” says the trox.

“Help me and get the capple, Trox,” says the weagle.

“NO, LOOK AT YOUR NEST,” says the trox as the weagle looks to her nest.

“My eggs,” says the weagle as she drops the capples and swoops down on THE SNAT. The snat is a rat with a venomous snake for a tail.

As the snat grabs an egg, it says, “Yes an egg, AHHHH.” It sees the weagle coming and jumps off, pushing an egg to the floor, and somehow the egg stays intact. The snat lands, grabs the egg, and runs.

“This is why you should guard your eggs,” says the trox.

The weagle replies, “That is the job I need you to do.”

“OK, or if we get rid of the snat, you can live without the threat of snats,” says the trox as it looks for a rock that looks like an egg.

“How do we get rid of the sn–” says the weagle as it is interrupted by the trox.

“We get a rock that looks like an egg, lure the snat to the river, and push it in.”

“Where would it go?” says the weagle.

The trox stops. “I don’t know . . . I think . . . at least it would go away,” says the trox as it thinks.

“OK,” says the weagle. The trox and the weagle walk for miles, only eat-

ing the occasional capple, until they make it to the river and place the egg rock and hide. Ten minutes later, the snat comes and bites the egg rock and breaks its tooth. Then, the trox and weagle ram into it. As the snat falls, its tail flails, and it is biting everywhere. The snat is gone.

“No more guard work?” asks the trox. “No guard work,” says the weagle.

“Do I still get capples?” asks the trox.

“Yes, you get the capples,” says the weagle.

“Yes,” the trox says under his breath.

“I heard that,” says the weagle.

Ten days later, the snat wakes up, and as it looks around, it sees a sign that says, “Beach.”