Patrolling Gypsy

An International forest featuring trees handling tricky agendas, other than keeping everyone cool from egotistical behavior’s rising temperatures, when the sun burned both ends, leaving a vulnerable mess.

Rumors gossiped throughout the villages, enemy Vladimir was fooling around with Princess Bella Russia, frequently visiting the royal owned cabin, miles from an enchanting magical water basin anchoring the tourist holiday vacation retreat. Never having a ripple, the placid presentation sent a message, encouraging individuals wanting answers, plan an adventurous swim, go depths below, and find the special crystals.

Throwing stones, sensitively terrorizing stillness, Nekaltumo Baltas watched change after each simple disturbing disruption. Suddenly, from the blue sky above, a courageous bird dive bombed the scene, creating visible wakes greater than Nekltumo’s pitching pebbles exercise.

“What are you doing? King Pelican,” she exclaimed, observing the fowl, reestablish bodily control, showing a prideful pose.

A short distance separated the pondering activity and the self-proclaimed gypsy freedom fighter’s discovery, two power players planning an evil event. Hiking the peaceful path earlier, she noticed a VW bug parked outside the affluent residency.

Reaching into her knapsack, pulling out a Latke, prepared earlier she reflected, “there has been no tension between us,” she peered straight into the potato fritter, “now those two are up to something.”

Watching King Pelican perform another stunt Nekitumo innocently giggled realizing there are still characters assigned for entertainment purposes. Seconds later, the flying hunter appeared to have a fish in its mouth.

“King Pelican,” Nekitumo paused, “you are not a theatrical tease just a predator like all the rest.”

Feasting on the fried pancake, Nekitumo discarded the napkin into her pocket before rising up, departing the tranquil area.

Walking home an energizing sensation engulfed her soul, “Mick? Is that you?” She inquired seeing a white horse.

Coming closer the knight figure, sacrificed a stirrup offering his services, “would you like a ride?” Accepting the kind gesture, Nekitumo quickly joined her imaginary friend, adjusting her baggage. Calmly aboard traveling, Nekitumo started unleashing concerns, “I think Vladimir and Princess Bella Russia are doing something not so nice,”

“Why would you say that?”

Pointing towards the mysterious property boasting resort living, the German style Volkswagen still occupied a natural space, “what do you make of that?”

“It’s a love bug,” Mick replied, “I haven’t seen one of those in decades.”

Continuing their journey, Mick soothed any fears, ensuring environmental safety measures indestructibly intact, “the wilderness here has feelings,” Nekitumo explained, “it reacts happy when visitors are having fun and injects pain when angry hate triggers miserable actions.”

“Yes,” Mick agreed requesting his mount to a halt, “there is a package on your porch.”

“I didn’t order anything,” Nekitumo responded.

“Should I investigate?” Mick questioned following her towards the destination.

“Would you? Please,” Nekitumo answered approaching the box.

“It is from the government,”

“That it is,” Mick confirmed, securing nothing was ticking.

Carefully, Nekitumo handed Mick sharpened equipment and the cardboard easily opened, revealing gas masks, “here one for me and one for you,” Nekitumo distributed the protective gear.

“What are they doing over there?” Nekitumo started shaking.

“Relax, the International Forest’s sentinel power will solve any problem before something happens,” Mick stated.

With the daily burning yellow ball turning orange, bidding farewell Nekitumo studied the free apparatus, then lowered the country’s flag, guarding the property. “It seems simple to use,” she concluded folding the symbolic honor fabric, confident her battle prepared attitude would win over her antagonist’s immature moves.

Next day Nekitumo woke, seeing nothing changed, retrieving the red, yellow and green banner.

Proceeding outside fixing the pole’s ropes, Nekitumo returned the patriotic colors to their post and saluted when the duty ended.

“This one has your image, Mick” she shouted referencing the white knight emblem displayed, “and I know you will protect my most valuable treasures.”