Wild Rescuers: StacyPlays

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This is not a original story

1. ONE

Stacy lay on her back and stared straight into the eyes of the giant white wolf looming above her. The wolf's eyes were fixed fiercely on hers. Suddenly, his sharp teeth sliced into the sleeve of her denim jacket, narrowly missing her left arm, and and pinning her to the ground.

     How do I keep getting myself into these wild predicaments? Stacy thought to herself.

     To complicate matters, the upper half of her body was dangling off a cliff. And immediately to her right, a small rushing stream flowed off the cliff into a narrow waterfall that thundered thirty feet into a pool of white water in the river below.

     But Stacy's thoughts weren't focused on the wolf. Or on the steep drop and the water beneath her. They were focused on a rabbit.

    Just out of her reach, down the jagged cliff side, on a sturdy branch poking out of the rushing falls, a baby bunny sat shivering. One small movement and the rabbit would fall from its precarious perch to its death in the water below.

    I've been in worse situations... i think, Stacy thought. I can do this.

    She tilted her head back to get a  better look at the bunny: it was white with black spots and its little ears were flopped in front of its eyes-either because it didn't want to face the reality of its dangerous situation or because the mist from the waterfall plastered them there. In an attempt to reach it, Stacy tried swinging her right arm down behind her. But the small creature was still a few feet from her fingertips.

    She turned her attention back to the angry wolf, who had not loosened his grip on her jacket sleeve.

    "It's okay, Everest," Stacy said calmly.

    The large wolf replied with a low, rumbling growl.

    "If you relax your hold just a tiny bit, I can lean far enough to grab it... probably."

    Once again, the wolf growled a warning.

    "Let me go, Everest," Stacy said, more firmly this time. Everest didn't often respond to commands-even though Stacy knew he understood them- but she had to try anyway. "I can do it," she insisted.

    The wolf shook his head. His eyes had pleading look. If he could talk, Stacy knew what he would say to her: "It's my job to keep you safe."

    And it's my job to rescue this bunny, Stacy thought. And that's exactly what I'm going to do.

    The mental exchange between them lasted only a few seconds, but it gave Stacy the time she needed to think over the rescue in her mind. Everything would depend on perfect precision and split-second timing.

    "Fine," she said, and watch the wolf back off.

    Then, with a grin: "You can keep the jacket, Everest- I didn't want is to get wet anyway."

    Everest's silver eyes flashed as he realized what Stacy was about to do. But he was to late.

    In one fluid motion Stacy wriggled out of her jacket, rolled into the stream, and flipped around just as she slid over the edge into the waterfall. As she fell, her hands reached for (and thankfully found) the slick branch with the bunny. She grabbed the branch with one hand and scooped up the baby rabbit with the other, sheltering against her chest while her feet found footing on the wet rocks behind the falls. Water pounded on her back, spraying in all directions, while she struggled to maintain her position. She looked around, frantically searching for a way back onto a mountain. But she quickly realized there was nowhere to go but down.

    Stacy tucked the bunny underneath her well-worn blue-and-white shirt, a castoff from some careless camper who'd left it behind in the woods where Stacy lived.

    "Noah!" she shouted. "Are you ready?"

    She waited for the sound of a bark or a howl from below, but she met only  with the deafening noise of the falls. Her feet were beginning to slip and her fingers were having trouble holding on to the slimy branch. 

    "I hope rabbits know how to hold their breath," she whispered to the little creature.

    Stacy inhaled deeply, closed her eyes, and leaped

    She crossed her arms across her chest, hugging the rabbit close to her as the two of them plunged into the swirling rapids. After crashing through the surface, Stacy opened her eyes underwater. Unfortunately the churning made it impossible for her to see which way was up. She blew a little bit of air out of her mouth and watched the bubbles float away to her left. Ah, that way. But even kicking as hard as she could, she was stuck in the circular current where the waterfall cascaded into the river. If only she'd been able to jump several feet out  from the waterfall rather than straight down.
    Relax, she told herself. Noah's coming. Don't panic; if you do, you'll drown.

    With her last bit of air, Stacy pressed her lips to the bunny's tiny mouth and blew into its lungs, trying to keep it alive. And then she did what she'd told herself to do: she relaxed, sinking further into the pool, down below the rapids.

    Suspended in the dark blue green water underneath the churning waves, she started counting in her head.


    She hadn't yet reached five when she felt a large jaw close around her shoulder. The wolf's grip was tight- tight enough to pull her to the surface and then proceed to maneuver her downriver, where the water was calm.

    With her head above the surface, Stacy gulped in the crisp spring air and felt her lungs burn with oxygen. Then she checked the bunny. It was stunned and shivering, but alive.

    "Cutting it a little close there, Noah," Stacy said  teasingly to the giant white wolf paddling beside her.

   m She plopped the sopping wet rabbit on top of Noah's head. The bunny started to blink the water out of its eyes and then looked down in wide-eyed terror at the wolf's snout. "No, you didn't go through all that just to be wolf dinner," Stacy said, hoping it would understand her. "You're safe now."

    Stacy and Noah paddled together to the riverbank and stumbled onto the shore. The thin vine Stacy usually used to tie her long brown curls into a side braid had been lost in the waterfall, and now her hair wet was tangled mess. She combed it using her fingers and then wrung it out the bottom of her shirt and rolled up her wet jeans.

    Noah lowered his head next to a large rock and then the bunny hopped off, clearly relived but still slightly shaky. Stacy scooped it up.

    "You're okay, little bun," she cooed, cradling it in her arms. She turned the bunny over to inspect it and make sure it was unharmed. "And you've got got quite the story to tell your friends." The bunny stared blankly back at her. "Now repeat after me: 'I will not jump down waterfalls."' 

    Noah shook his entire body, spraying water in all directions. They looked like tiny diamonds in the sunlight. Stacy laughed and ran her fingers through his damp coat. Then she tousled the messy tuft of fur between his ears and stared into his intense blue eyes. "you're definitely getting better at diving, boy," she told him. "We were in there pretty deep. You got to us just in time."

    Noah puffed up his chest with pride.

    A short bark-one Stacy knew well-rang out from the trees behind them.

    "That'll be Everest," Stacy explained to the bunny, "who's very mad at me."

    The white wolf, with flecks of silver and gray in his coat and as formidable as the Himalayan peak he he was named after, had descended the mountain. And he wasn't alone. There were at least a dozen rabbits hopping all around him, moving so fast Stacy's jacket clenched between his teeth. He was trying to look stern, but that was impossible to pull off with a bunch of adorable rabbits darting between his legs.

    Stacy burst out laughing. She gave the rescued rabbit one last gentle scratch behind its ear and placed it down on the forest floor. "Okay, then, get out of here," she said.

    The bunny hopped over and caught up with the others, nuzzling noses with a large white rabbit-likely its mom or its dad-and then they all scampered into the birch trees, putting as much distance between themselves and the wolves as they could.

    "You're welcome!" Stacy yelled after them. "Stay away from cliffs!"

    She turned back to Noah and Everest, ignoring Everest's harsh stare. "Well, that's that," she said, taking her jacket from the wolf's mouth. Shrew it around her shoulders, only now realizing how cold the water had been. She pulled her wet hair into a loose ponytail, leaving one strand of it to the side to wrap around and hold the rest in place. For all the time she spent in the forest, Stacy's skin had enough of a hint of olive to prevent her from getting burned, although the sun had drawn out few freckles under her green eyes, across her nose and cheeks.

    "Ugh, that bunny was so cute," she said to Everest and Noah, who were both taking a drink from the river. "To be honest, I would have liked to bring it home as a pet."

    Everest lifted his head and shot her a disapproving look.

    "I know, I know," Stacy said with a smile. "And you would have liked to have rabbit stew for dinner. You know we don't eat our rescues, though-ever."

    Everest shook his head, and Stacy could tell he was still a little disgruntled. Not about the rabbit stew (or lack of rabbit stew), but about Stacy's daring move back on the cliff. She looked into his icy-gray eyes. "I know you think I took too big of a risk," she said, kneeling down beside Everest. She took several canteens out of the old leather satchel she carried with her, the original reason for their excursion to the river, and began filling them. "You know I couldn't leave that rabbit there once we'd spotted it. And I knew Noah had my back. I wouldn't have jumped otherwise."

    Stacy could sense that Everest thought she went too far with some of her animal rescues, but she only did what she felt she had to do.

    How do I make you understand that is what I'm here for? I have to rescue these these animals, just like you and the other wolves rescued me.

    It was a point they would never entirely agree on. But they cared about each other safe-that's what really mattered.

    "C'mon, let's go home," Stacy said. "We've got a pretty decent-sized walk ahead of us."

    Everest led the way through the cool birch forest with Stacy in the middle and Noah bringing up the rear, still shaking water out of his ears.

    Stacy took a deep breath in through her nose, the sharp spring air filling her lungs. The forest is coming alive again, she thought. Getting ready for this burst of new life and... AH-AAHH-ACHOOO!... unfortunately, the start of my allergies.

    Allergies aside, Stacy always loved this time of the year in the forest. And, even though her muscles were aching from her hike up the mountain, she was enjoying the long trip home with Everest and Noah, alternating between a brisk walk and an invigorating jog.

    The bright green new leaves  of the birch trees were just starting to give way to the jade-green needles of the pine and spruce trees of the taiga forest when Stacy stopped short. Something was lurking in the dark shadows of the dense trees.

    A pair of yellow eyes glowed back at her.

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