A loud screech called in the forest. The people of the nearby town shivered and ran around outside or hid in their houses.

A young boy named Oliver snuck away one morning carrying a backpack full of snacks and water. He had a pocket knife in his jeans. Green plants and tall trees stood near the bushy area that Oliver entered. He sang, “I’m going to the forest, going to the forest to see what is inside, to see what is inside. All the townsfolk are afraid, but I am curious to find, curious to find,the creature behind the call we hear.”

The flowers smelled sweet and when his feet met the trail he heard the “Screeeeeech!” The trail led in a curve down to a large area of nettles. The trail didn’t change direction so he trudged through. It’s good that he wore long pants that day.

He strolled forward without the nettles brushing his skin. Oliver followed the trail over two hills then down to a swampy area. The trail led through the swamp so Oliver scoped for a safe way to walk. A log floated at the edge of the swamp. As he stepped on the log it sunk down then up. Oliver stepped carefully and traveled on two logs. When he came a jump away from the edge of the trail and the swamp, he jumped high not far and landed in the swamp. Luckily a branch stuck out from a bush and he pulled himself onto the trail. He exclaimed aloud “Boy was that close!”

Oliver sang his song”I’m going through the forest, the forest to find the creature calling, calling to save our town from fear.” He found shiny. sparkly dust on the trail and decided to follow it. In front of him flew something mysterious, sparkly, and tiny. The tiny flyer led him to the base of a tree where a tired Screech sounded. There lay a red tailed hawk with a broken wing.

Immediately, Oliver strolled close and said,“hey little guy, you poor little guy. I’d like to take you home and calm the townspeople down.”

He looked closer and found a stick in the red tailed hawk’s wing. He took his pocket knife out of his pocket and cut the stick out of the bird’s wing.

Oliver remembered the nettles and the marsh. “How am I going to take the bird through the swamp and the nettles?” asked Oliver.

“I’ll help you.” said the winged sparkly flyer.

“You can talk and understand me? Great! How will you help me?” questioned Oliver.

“I am a pixie fairy and I’ll sprinkle fairy dust in you that will fly you home under darkness. You just have to tap your shoes four times and make a circle with your pocket knife and you will fly home.”

“My name is Oliver. That’s fifteen minutes from now!” exclaimed Oliver. He rested on the ground by the red tailed hawk.

Fifteen minutes passed so he tapped his shoes four times and made a circle with his pocket knife. Then just as the fairy said he returned home. He tiptoed inside and laid the red tailed hawk in a box on a blanket in his room.

The next morning Oliver took the hawk to town to show the townspeople. “I found this red tailed hawk in the forest. This is what you heard. He’s injured; see his wing.”

The townspeople danced around town and came out of hiding. The vet went to Oliver’s house and helped him care for the bird until he could be released to the wild.