This story begins in the general fashion, but doesn’t necessarily begin at the beginning. A setting, a scene, and some characters sprinkled in there mostly.
Everett and Bill lived in a cabin in the woods. A great, big woods filled with a great, big, many things.
Bill was right at home in the woods, being a moose and all, but if you looked at Everett, you’d think something wasn’t quite right. You see, Everett’s a pelican.
No one quite remembers how Everett ended up in the great, big woods, and the fact is, no one really cared. They all liked him and they were glad that he was there. No one even noticed he was a pelican anymore. Well, nobody except the fish but fish are skittish sorts of creatures, anyway.
This adventure happens one lazy, summer Sunday. It was the kind of Sunday that you’d want to spend down by the lake and that’s exactly what Everett and Bill decided to do. They grabbed up their fishing poles and a jug of Bev the Badger’s finest lemonade and headed up towards where the creek opened up into a great, big lake.
They made quite a pair in their overalls and straw hats, like something straight outta Huck Finn, but they were the kindliest two creatures you’d ever come across.
“It’s a mighty fine day, wouldn’t ya say, Bill?” asked Everett in his slow, Southern drawl, not befitting his sea-worthy appearance.
“That it is,” said Bill, “that it is,” closing his big, brown moose eyes and lifting his head towards the bright, blue sky.
The lines of their fishing poles were drifting through the water and it was so quiet you could hear the conversations the wind was having with all of the trees and with the water in the lake. It was a gossipy sort of wind, talking in whispers and whatnot.
Now Everett and Bill weren’t really expectin’ to catch anything that day or any other day for that matter and if they happened to, they’d go ahead and throw the fish back. You see, to them, fishing was more for relaxing than getting anything to eat. In fact, neither one of them had even tasted fish. Funny, for a pelican, you might say, to have never tasted fish. But like I said, Everett wasn’t your normal type of pelican.
But something happened on this day that made it not quite like any other that came before it. Today a fish made friends with a pelican in the woods.
