par Bill Tiepelman
A Hummingbird's Holiday
It was a frosty December morning, and the world had donned its sparkly winter attire. The sun hung low in the sky, its feeble light glinting off snow-dusted branches and icy red berries. On one such branch sat a rather extraordinary hummingbird named Percival Featherbottom III, or Percy for short. Percy wasn’t your average hummingbird. For one, he was wearing a Santa hat. But more importantly, Percy was on a mission—a mission to save Christmas. “Right, let’s see,” Percy muttered, adjusting the tiny Santa hat perched atop his shimmering head. “The list says I need precisely five of the reddest berries from the Frosted Bramble to complete the potion.” He peered down at the berries surrounding him, each one glistening like a jewel in the winter sunlight. “Hmm. Too pink. Too round. Too… suspiciously sticky.” He hopped from branch to branch with the grace of a gymnast and the paranoia of a caffeinated squirrel. The potion, as Percy explained to a bewildered robin the day before, was for a rather peculiar problem. The Great Snow Goose, an ancient guardian of winter magic, had caught a terrible cold. Without the goose’s annual honk of enchantment, the snow wouldn’t sparkle, the trees wouldn’t glisten, and—horror of horrors—Santa’s sleigh wouldn’t fly. “Imagine!” Percy had exclaimed dramatically. “A grounded sleigh. The children’s faces! The absolute scandal!” And so, Percy had taken it upon himself to find the ingredients for the Potion of Glittering Renewal, a magical concoction said to cure even the frostiest of winter ailments. The recipe had been handed down by the wise (and slightly inebriated) owls of the Northern Pine, who assured Percy it would work. Probably. The Bumbling Beasts of Bramblewood As Percy selected his third berry—“Ah, perfectly crimson!”—a rustling noise behind him made him freeze. He turned slowly, heart hammering, to find two squirrels glaring at him from a neighboring branch. “And what,” said the larger of the two, a grizzled squirrel with a chunk missing from his left ear, “do you think you’re doing with our berries?” “Your berries?” Percy said, feigning shock. “These aren’t your berries! These are communal berries! Forest property! Public fruit!” The smaller squirrel, a jittery creature with a twitchy tail, narrowed his eyes. “We saw them first. Fork ‘em over, bird.” Percy puffed out his chest. “Listen here, rodent, I am on a quest of the utmost importance. Christmas itself hangs in the balance! Surely you wouldn’t—” Before he could finish, the squirrels launched themselves at Percy like furry cannonballs. What ensued was a chase that would go down in Bramblewood history as “The Great Berry Heist.” Percy darted through branches and around trunks, the Santa hat wobbling perilously on his head. The squirrels followed with surprising agility, screeching war cries like tiny woodland warriors. “Give us the berries!” they shouted. “For the glory of the stash!” The Goose, the Hat, and the Glitter Bomb Eventually, Percy managed to lose the squirrels by diving into a snowbank and burrowing until he was completely hidden. When the coast was clear, he emerged, shaking off snow like a very indignant ornament. “Ruffians,” he muttered, clutching his berries tightly. “The youth these days have no respect for noble causes.” By the time Percy reached the Great Snow Goose’s lair—a cozy cave adorned with icicles and smelling faintly of cinnamon—the sun was beginning to set. The Goose, a massive bird with feathers as white as freshly fallen snow, lay curled on a nest of pine needles, her beak drooping. “You’re late,” she croaked, her voice like the rasp of old parchment. “Traffic,” Percy said, plopping the berries into a tiny cauldron he’d brought along. “Now, let’s see…” He added a dash of powdered frost, a sprinkle of stardust, and a single drop of moonlight (siphoned painstakingly the night before from a particularly cooperative lunar moth). As he stirred, the potion began to glow, emitting a soft, tinkling sound like the laughter of distant elves. “Drink up,” Percy said, handing the cauldron to the Goose. She eyed it suspiciously. “If this explodes, bird, you’ll be spending Christmas as a popsicle.” “Charming,” Percy said with a winning smile. “Now drink, before the magic wears off.” The Goose took a cautious sip, then another. Suddenly, her feathers fluffed, her eyes brightened, and she let out a magnificent honk that echoed through the forest. Snowflakes began to shimmer, the air sparkled with unseen magic, and somewhere, a choir of chipmunks broke into an impromptu rendition of “Jingle Bells.” A Toast to Tiny Heroes By the time Percy returned to his branch, he was exhausted but triumphant. The Great Snow Goose was healed, the potion was a success, and Christmas was saved. As he settled down to roost, he noticed the two squirrels from earlier watching him from a distance. They hesitated, then approached, holding out a small cluster of berries. “For… your quest,” said the grizzled squirrel awkwardly. Percy blinked, touched. “Thank you, friends,” he said, taking the berries. “Though, between us, I think I’ve had enough excitement for one holiday.” And as the first stars appeared in the winter sky, Percy dozed off, his Santa hat slightly askew, dreaming of a world where even the tiniest of creatures could make a difference. 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