The Train Accident
Chapter 1
Early one mid-December morning, outside a beautiful ranch-style house overlooking a cliff and frozen lake below, an old train lay on its side, the cars strewn across the cliff edge like toys, as they had been for years while trees grew around, over and through them. The deep snow had filled them, glistening in the sun that passed through the windows, some of which had survived the epic derailment so many years ago. One of the cars dangled over the edge, suspended only by its connection to the next car ever since the crash. Ice had frozen all over it. A soft wind blew, causing the rusting passenger car to sway gently. The slight motion was enough to deplete the last of the connector's integrity, and the connector broke. For what seemed like an eternity, the car fell silently through the winter air until it crashed through the ice and into the water and rocks underneath it.
The noise woke the family who lived in the house — a family of cheetahs.
These cheetahs were of the anthropomorphic variety, having shorter digits than humans and paw-like hands and feet, with the pads corresponding to the pads on the paws of their animal counterparts. They had long tails, and could walk and talk just like humans.
This family had two cubs; Raul, an eight-year-old male, and Samba, an eight-year-old female.
The two cubs lept out of bed upon hearing the sound of the crashing train car, running to the window in their night clothes. Their mother, Lyss, was soon coming into the room to see that the cubs were alright, for she had also heard the sound. She padded across the floor on bare feet, as did most cheetahs of that variety, since they strongly preferred the comfortable and sensory experience of bare paws at all times, when possible.
"What is it, Mommy?" the cubs asked excitedly as their mother gazed out the window at the train wreck strewn through the trees.
"I don't know. We might as well find out, eh?" She sent Raul into the dressing room with daytime clothes and left Samba in the bedroom with hers.
Going back into her own bedroom, Lyss found her mate, Matt, dozed off in bed half under the covers. Deciding she would have fun waking him up, Lyss crouched on all fours and stood on her toes, concentrating hard and soon transforming into her four-legged feral form. As her clothes disappeared for the time being, she growled playfully and pounced on her sleeping mate. He woke up with a start as his mate lightly poked his fur with her claws. He groaned and smiled, gently pushing Lyss off of himself. She let herself fall onto her side on the bed, meowing playfully.
"Wake up!" she said. She could still speak in her feral form.
"I guess I'd better." Matt said, petting his mate. "Did you find out what the noise was?"
"Nope." Lyss licked her paw.
Matt got up and got dressed, wearing blue jeans and a gray sweatshirt, as usual. Lyss shifted back to her two-legged form and dressed in knee-high white pants and a blue t-shirt, as usual. The two gathered their cubs and ventured outside in their feral forms. They would be warm that way, since they were a family of snow cheetahs, having thick gray fur in the wintertime.
The cubs stayed with their parents as they neared the train wreck. Lyss and Matt investigated the wreck and found nothing out of the ordinary. Lyss went to look over the cliff edge and found what had made the noise. The train car lay at the bottom of the cliff, smashed among the ice and rocks. Having found the source of the noise, the family went back inside, shifting back to their two-legged forms.
Lyss and Matt went to the living room to enjoy a hot drink. As they curled their tails around each other, Raul and Samba walked in.
"How did that train get there?" Samba asked. Unbeknownst to the small cub, that was a loaded question with a long, amazing story for its answer, which hadn't been told in nearly ten years. Lyss and Matt's hearts beat fast for a moment as the epic turn of events played back in their minds. Then they smiled at each other.
"Sit down, cubs, this is a long story." Lyss said as Matt fetched an old book from inside a drawer on the end table. He sat down and Lyss leaned on his shoulder. This was a special book, in that it projected anything written in it as a hologram. Since Matt had written the entire story, he only had to narrate...
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