Whats your animal?

There are many religions that talk about your spirit guide animal. One book even went further with that idea, the golden compass had every person have a daeman, or an animal spirit. It is weird to think of having one and not knowing it. I mean of course most people have a favorite animal. My grandmothers was a squirrel as my grand fathers was a raccoon. If I had to say one it would be pigeons. They talk about how the animal that is yours will guide you and it makes you think what if you really do have an animal.



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Short Story by Me (John Adams)
Kyla never felt close to nature being raised in a city like Seattle but she always felt like she was suppose to since she was Native American. Animals were not her thing, she loved flying though. She often thought of flying up in air planes. She always wanted to be a pilot and knew that one day she would get there. She was only 16 right now and she needed to focus on having a life. She would always hang out with her friends and they would go shopping and do normal things. One day she spied a bird just staring at her. It was a wild pigeon and there were always tons of them around in Seattle but this one was weird it was staring directly at her. "You see that bird?" she said to one of her friends. "Which, there are like a thousand of them." her friend said. "That one right there staring at me, it's all alone." "There is nothing there, your scaring me Kyla." "Oh never mind lets go." she said. They left.

The next day Kyla was walking she saw it again, it was the same bird. She kept walking, she looked behind her and again it had followed her just staring at her. She saw a rock and threw it at it but it missed and it kept following her. Soon she got more scared and began running. She got to her door and closed it behind her. She was safe, for now. The next morning she got up and went to the living room where her grandmother was. "Grandma, why are you here where's grandpa?" she asked. Her grandmother's face said it all. "Did he die?" "Yes, Kyla he died." Her grandmother held her for a while. "He wanted you to have this." her grandmother said. She handed her a necklace with a pigeon on it. "This was his favorite animal." Just then Kyla knew why she was being followed by that pigeon. It was her grandfather.