Into Mossfallow Wood, pt. 12 - Absolute Write Blog Chain

This month's Absolute Write's blog chain is actually a blog-O-phone. Everyone writes 250 words of a story and the next person continues it on. We're currently up to part twelve, so you may want to start at the beginning to get the full effect.

Part 01 - orion_mk3 (link to post)
Part 02 - Ralph Pines (link to post)
Part 03 - ishtar'sgate (link to post)
Part 04 - Angyl78 (link to post)
Part 05 - MsLaylaCakes (link to post)
Part 06 - meowzbark (link to post)
Part 07 - orion_mk3 (link to post)
Part 08 - ishtar'sgate (link to post)
Part 09 - Angyl78 (link to post)
Part 10 - MsLaylaCakes (link to post)
Part 11- meowzbark (link to post)

So far, Cal, Beth, and Alan are trying to steal a tree from Old Man Wiggin's property. Claire Wiggins is fighting to stop them.

Into Mossfallow Wood - part 12

Cal's final stomp broke the branch beneath him and Claire, but a searing pain shot through his shin. He howled in pain while Claire shrieked and held on to the bough above for dear life. The falling limb clipped Alan, who made a desperate leap for a new perch, landing wrapped on the branch like an old coat hung up to dry. The broken timber landed on the hound below, pinning it to the ground with a helpless whimper.

"Alan," Claire cried out. "Help me."

Alan twisted to look into Claire's desperate eyes. "What's in it for me, love?"

"My leg," Cal moaned. "I think I broke my freakin' leg."

"Serves you right," Claire said, kicking out at him. She looked down at Alan and batted her eyes. "If you get me out of this tree, Alan, I'll show you where the bigger one is up the hill."

Alan's smile practically glowed in the moonlight. "Maybe you can even help me trim it." He climbed to his feet and used the main trunk to steady himself. He reached an arm towards Claire.

Cal whined in pain. "You can't leave me; I need a doctor."

"Shut up!" Claire yelled. With Alan's help she got a toe onto another branch. "This is all your fault. You-"

The roar of an engine drowned out her rant and all three of the human ornaments watched the snowmobile fly over the drift and sail straight for their perch.

To be continued.. (until the end of the month).