Flurry: The Last Field Assart in West Oxfordshire

By James Gordon

This is the story of Flurry a field assart from west oxfordshire and his expedition through england to find his long lost family. After being left alone when his mother and sister get tragically killed by a car.He believes he is the last of his kind, until his good friend Oz tells him of a journey his father made a few years ago to reunite the field assarts with their long lost scottish relatives the Mc sporrans and begins a fun yet dangerous quest to unite himself with his long lost relatives in this joyous tale that shows that miracles really can come true

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Sep 23, 2019
• ISBN: 9781728383019

James Gordon

About the author:James Gordon - author, producer, promoter, composer, artist and entrepreneur. In 2003, he published his groundbreaking fictional work entitled, The Unbegotten, the story of the begotten daughter of God and her trials in dealing with the fate she was destined to face. Since then, Gordon has released and revised four more books in the series entitled, Cataclysm, Sacrifices, Apocrypha and Yesterday's Kingdom. He has also created a literary soundtrack to the book.James Gordon has also released Mandarin Rose, Curse of the Black Lotus, Lady Dragon and Neon, which tell the story of a young prostitute named Kitty fighting to survive in a futuristic socialist America.Nationhood is the powerful novel about a spy named Mbaku Bolo fighting to save his country from a terrorist threat twenty-five years after the Affirmative Action Policy is ruled unconstitutional.Mocha Heat and Palmettos in Moonlight are thrilling suspense romances that deal with lust, love and terrorism. In Mocha Heat, Stacey and Donavan fight to maintain their love thought they are both in separate relationships. When one of them discovers they are involved with a terrorist, more than their relationship is jeopardized.In Palmettos in Moonlight, Francesca Del Clair tries to right the wrongs of her life as she attempts to rid her life of the very people who forced her into a life of terror. When a writer named Braden comes into her life, she finds that her toughest battle isn't against her enemies, but with her heart.Entice Me is a collection of eleven erotic short stories of people indulging in their most exotic fantasies. Filled with amazing sexual encounters, each story will explore a facets of sex and love with gritty, raw stories exclusively made for today's urban market.In 2012, James Gordon collaborated with his son, Kyle, and released their first graphic novel entitled Incursion. Its multicultural cast creates new and interesting heroes fighting to save the world from an extraterrestrial threat.You can learn more about these and other products by going to www.madsquareonlime.com.

Book preview

© 2019 James Gordon. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

Published by AuthorHouse 09/23/2019

ISBN: 978-1-7283-8302-6 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-7283-8301-9 (e)

Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Getty Images are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

Certain stock imagery © Getty Images.

Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter

1

W here the fragrant green fields of West Oxfordshire meet the rolling green hills of the Cotswolds, there lived a field assart called Flurry. For those of you who don’t already know, field assarts are extremely elusive and shy creatures; like unicorns and fairies, they shun the human race. Only a few very lucky people have ever seen one.

I will try to describe them to you. They are about the same size as a full-grown rabbit with piercing emerald green eyes. Their fur is as soft as angora or a butterfly’s wing. Their colour you will never believe, for they are a deep mauve, with patches of fluorescent green. They have a tail like that of a rabbit, only bright orange. Their ears are the same orange and large like a rabbit’s, with the tips bent over forward. An assart’s face is quite like a very large mouse with long whiskers, but the most striking thing about a field assart that sets it aside from every other animal on earth is that they only have three legs—one at the front and two at the rear. The rear legs are strong and powerful like a hare’s. The front leg is like that of a cat. They have four toes on each foot, with claws that can retract like a cat’s. When being chased, they can leap into the air, turn around, and land running in the opposite direction.

Flurry lived in a hollow under a drystone wall in the corner of a meadow; drystone walls are a common feature in the Cotswold countryside. His den was warm and dry and well hidden, with a bolthole that came out on the other side of the wall beside the lane that went to the village. Now, reader, you may now well be asking how he came to be called Flurry. Well, this was because he was born on a winter day half a dozen years ago in a snowstorm. His mother thought his fur was as soft as a snowflake, so she named him Flurry.

Flurry had lived in his den on his own for two years, ever since a car speeding alongside the drystone wall had struck down his mother and sister. That had been a sad time for Flurry, having suddenly found himself all alone in the world and having to fend for himself. But he had friends who looked after him and helped him through this difficult time.

So now here he was, enjoying his days in the new spring grass, bounding about chasing brightly coloured butterflies and playing with the rabbit family that lived across the meadow. It seemed to Flurry there were more of them every time he ventured out into the meadow. But three of them had become quite good friends. Billy, Bonny, and Buffy were all three years younger than Flurry, and he enjoyed their company quite a lot. Flurry’s best friends were Brambles, an everyday spikey hedgehog, and Oswold (Oz to his friends), a clever old tawny owl who lived in a copse at the top of a small hill about a mile from Flurry’s den. Brambles didn’t seem to live anywhere. He just wandered about sleeping under hedges or holes in the numerous drystone walls. He spent most of his time either eating or sleeping and looked quite comical with dead leaves, dried grass, and other debris stuck in his spines. He shuffled about in the hedgerows like a mobile trash heap, rooting for worms and other insects.

Flurry, like some other animals, was an omnivore. That is to say he ate anything—grass, fruit, nuts, insects, and leaves. He had a liking for almost everything. But there was one thing he liked above all others. And that was fruit and nut chocolate. He would give almost anything for a square or two.

Now chocolate wasn’t a thing you found just lying around in a meadow or hedgerow in West Oxfordshire (or anywhere else for that matter). So, you might ask, how did Flurry get a taste for it? Well, it happened like this. I’ve already said that only a very few lucky people have ever seen a field assart. But two children from the village down the lane had. They had met Flurry quite by accident one day last year. Flurry had gotten himself tangled in some nylon twine that had been thrown down in the meadow. He’d struggled half the night to free himself, but the more he struggled, the tighter the twine became, and the worse it got. Flurry, exhausted, had finally fallen asleep.

He had awoken to the sound of human children coming into the meadow. Flurry was frightened, but he couldn’t move. He was held fast by the twine around his feet. Flurry didn’t trust humans. It wasn’t that he’d had anything to do with them, but his mother had told him many times to steer clear of them. However, lying here helpless with his bright fur sticking out of the meadow grass, he had little option. The two children found him, trussed up in the morning sunshine, lying in the meadow grass.

Flurry fought like a wildcat to free himself from his binds but still to no avail. The children, a boy and a girl, approached Flurry with caution, for they had never seen a field assart before. They decided to free the helpless creature, but of course, Flurry didn’t know that. Terrible thoughts about his fate flooded his mind. Little fingers worked to free him, and Flurry bit and scratched at the