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Children's Stories
by Margo Fallis
The Spitfire

The worn stones of Brechin Bridge still hold together strong, spanning the flowing water of the South Esk River. "I love rivers, donít you?" Bonnie asked Bruce, not really wanting an answer. "They trickle and flow, fish live in them, trees and flowers grow along their banks, and I love the way the sunlight sparkles on the little splashes."

Bruce looked at the other butterfly. "Bonnie, itís only a river!"

"Oh look! Thereís a bridge up there. Itís old, isnít it? I can tell by the stones. They donít build bridges like that any more," Bonnie said. The two butterflies flew closer.

"There are a lot of people around. They must find peace listening to the water flowing by. Itís very pretty here too," Bruce noted.

"Where are we, Bruce?"

"Weíre in a town called Brechin," he answered.

"How do you know that?"

"The sign, Bonnie. The sign," he pointed. "During World War II this bridge was heavily fortified in case there was an attack."

"It was? It must be pretty important. Did soldiers come and attack it?" Bonnie asked.

"No, they never got this far. The British Spitfires kept things under control," Bruce said.

"Whatís a Spitfire?" she asked.

"Itís an airplane used in the war. One man sat in it. There were machine guns attached and it could fly about 375 mph," Bruce bragged.

"Wow! You know a lot about warplanes. Say, letís pretend weíre spitfires. You can be the enemy airplane and Iíll be a British spitfire," Bonnie suggested.

"Why do I have to be the enemy?" Bruce whined.

"Weíll take turns, okay? First you be the enemy and then Iíll be," Bonnie compromised.

Bruce flapped his wings and flew around in the air making airplane noises. VRRROOOMMMMMMM!

Bonnie chased him, making the same noises. VROOM! VROOM! VROOM!

Bruce flew between the trees, barely missing the branches. Bonnie followed. He flew over towards town. Soon he was swooping around Brechin Cathedral, with Bonnie on his tail. "Whew, Iím getting tired. Your turn to be the enemy now," Bruce said. They landed for a rest on top of the cathedral.

"Hey, this is a pretty town. I love this cathedral. Iím glad it wasnít bombed during the wars!" Bonnie sighed.

"This cathedral, or part of it, was built in the 11th century," Bruce said.

"What part?"

"Over there. See that tower?" he pointed. "Itís the oldest part. There are only two 11th century towers left in all of Scotland. This is one of them."

"Thatís cool," Bonnie said.

"The Picts used to hang out in this area too. There are ruins and artifacts that prove it," Bruce added.

"The Picts?"

"They are the original inhabitants of Scotland. Donít you know anything about history, Bonnie?"

Angrily, she defended herself, "Yes, I do know a lot about history, but not about small towns and villages."

"Oh. Well, letís get on with our chase. Off you go, enemy," Bruce sneered.

Bonnie laughed, "Youíll never catch me. Youíll never shoot me down." She flew into the air, heading back towards the river. Bruce followed closely.


Bonnie wasnít sure where to go. She flew through trees, around bushes and under soft, pink rose petals. "Aha. Iíll lose him," she smiled. She flew over to the Bridge of Brechin and dove under it. SWOOOOOSH! She turned her head for just a moment. Bruce was right behind her.

RAT-A-TAT-A-RAT-A-TAT! He was pretending to fire his machine guns at her. Bonnie flew up over the bridge and then down under it again. She did this over and over again. Her wings were getting very tired. She was fed up being an airplane, so she flew to the wall of the bridge and landed.

Bruce, who thought Bonnie was still flying under and over the bridge, kept flying there. Bonnie sat there laughing at him. He didnít realize she had stopped. Finally she called his name. "Bruce! Stop! The enemy has landed!" She laughed and laughed.

He flew down and stood next to her. "Bonnie, you tricked me!" He huffed and puffed, trying to catch his breath.

"Iím a British Spitfire, remember?" she laughed again.

"What a fun day this has been. We saw Brechin, we saw the river and I certainly had a good time pretending to be a warplane," Bruce said, once he was able to speak again.

The two butterflies looked over the edge of the bridge. "Oh look, Bruce. The river is full of salmon. Theyíre heading upriver. I wonder where theyíre going?"

"Letís find out. Weíll follow them," Bruce said.

"All right, Iíll follow you," Bonnie said. They flew into the air and headed up the river, leaving beautiful Brechin behind.

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