Gersemi Z 5G

Sweden

I inhaled the morning air as I stood in my room. It was small, neat and tidy room with a bed on each side and a nightstand in the middle. The crisp summer air was fresh and clean and beams of light seeped through the curtains. I looked at my brother sleeping in the bed across from mine and whispered in his ear

         “Tristan. Ready to cut down some trees”

 There was no response so I flicked him as hard as I could and quickly jumped into my bed and pretended to be asleep. There was still no response of an unusual noise so I dressed as rapidly and silent as I could. Then I opened the squeaky door and tip toed into the kitchen and I stopped dead. As I peered out the window I saw a moose staring right back at me. Its eyes widened. I didn’t move a muscle. It was a shame somebody came downstairs to the kitchen.

“Good morning” said a familiar voice. It was my grandmother but my family calls her Besta.

‘Good morning Besta” I said back “I saw a moose!”

“When did you see the moose?” My Besta wondered.

“Just know,” I told her “it was very big… bigger than I thought it would be!”

“Wow” my Besta said.

That was the end of conversation for the whole day. Besta grabbed the cereal and milk from the food cupboard and bowl and spoon from the cupboard across the room and set the items in her hand onto the table. Suddenly we heard a loud bang coming from my brother and my bedroom. It was my brother coming out of his deep sleep. Besta took my empty bowl and spoon and gave Tristan a quick snack as if she had planed it all. Tristan and I walked outside and grabbed the two saws from the shed and scurried up the hill to the woods. We walked along the path Besta had told us to use and each of us claimed a tree to cut. When I was halfway through, I herd a loud boom from were Tristan was standing. When I looked at him I saw he had a grin that was ear to ear, or maybe even wider!

“Tristan, do you need help with that humongous tree?”

The smile on his face faded“Nope, but I bet you need help with cutting down yours!”

“Do not! I bet you can’t even cut this tree down and carry it through the woods without stopping!”I said, trying to make him do my work.

“Fine! I bet you I can do that in a minute!”

Tristan was right! He ran out of the woods staying on the trail. Lucky for me he didn’t get to finish because as soon as Besta saw us emerging from the woods she yelled

“DINNER. COME AND GET IT!”

The yell was so loud it nearly popped my eardrums but we still ran to the wood house. I knew what we were having as soon as I entered the room.

“Can you believe how little tree’s we cut down? Two! Two tiny trees. I wonder how the people that came here 100 years ago survived.”

At that moment I noticed how lucky my family and I are and I accepted everything I got that summer. Especially the warm stew in my bowl! J