if it quirks..

After Glenn left the clearing he sighed in relief.  Yvette was gonna have a time getting Sunny into that pool; she would have better luck growing tulips from her ears.  He chuckled to himself thinking about Sunny’s furious stance–she was more adorable than threatening.  Thinking about it brought him back to the task at hand–finding the twins.

“Lucky me.” Glenn thought sarcastically.  “Twins, twins, twins…now where could they be?” he thought out loud, “…where’s their favorite haunt?  They absolutely love climbing…and they’re never apart.” Glenn mused to himself as he approached the woods behind the orchard.  As he stepped onto the footpath of the woods, the temperature dropped a few degrees.  Tall trees and dense under brush blotted out the sunlight and the ground.  Greens of every shade surrounded him.  Every now and then a straggly shaft of sunlight pierced through the canopy, dazzling to the eye accustomed to the dark hues.    Glenn proceeded softly, almost tiptoeing.  There was something bordering on sacred and eerie about the woods.  It would be creepy except Glenn knew that there was nothing to fear, except maybe two, twittering twits.  They must know about his presence or it would not be so deadly quiet.  Lark and Wren quiet?  It was a fantastic joke!  They would often proclaim that they didn’t know the meaning of it.  Glenn stifled a snigger so as not to give his position away…too late.  He heard it.

“Rustling? Scraping?  What was that?  It was so momentary I could have imagined it.  NO, it was the twins. I know they’re here.”  Glenn tensed and his senses went into hyperactive drive: every little nuance in the darkened forest was amplified and emphasized.