Bubbles and Lost Dreams
Read by Rachel Lynn Anderice
Written by Karen Backway
Chapter 12 - Gotcha!
“I don’t care what you say, I am going to the ravine,” Abby said. “Where is it, Billy? I know that is where we need to be.”
“How do you know?” asked Billy, “This is not logical.”
“No idea, maybe it's a twin thing. If you don't tell me I will ask the next badger I see,” argued Abby.
“Is she always this stubborn?” Billy asked Spunky.
“No, not at all,” he answered, equally puzzled.
“It seems we do not have a choice,” said Radar, pointing at Abby who was already trudging along the base of the ridge toward Quillza territory. “She has already left.”
Spunky joined Abby, and Radar and Billy followed behind.
“Do you have any honey left?” Billy asked Radar. “It might be helpful since we are headed straight for Quillza territory.”
“Yes a little, but none of us can shoot with the necessary precision,” complained Radar.
“Did you have to fight off some Quillza?” asked Billy.
“Yes, Spunky clobbered them with his brute strength, knocking the wind out of them. We poured honey over them and then Spunky tossed them as far as he could into the sand dunes beyond the dry river bed,” laughed Radar. “They were a very sticky mess.”
“Makes me want to scratch, just picturing it,” chuckled Billy.
Abby did not break stride, determined to find the ravine. Spunky was walking right beside her when an eagle screech echoed through the ridge.
“An eagle screech. We haven’t heard one of those for days,” said Abby. “Not since we’ve been in the tunnels and then with Mama Bear. I wonder if an eagle screech starts a ripple of joy that spreads through the hills just like the bicycle bell ping back in the forest,” said Abby. “I do miss pinging my bicycle bell, and when we get home, I am going to ring it twice as much, maybe more.”
Spunky listened to Abby chat. He never really thought about the bicycle bell ping and what it did for the forest, and he had barely noticed the eagle screech.
“Look, up ahead, I saw something move,” whispered Abby. “Brown, but too small to be a badger. We should hide here in this crevice. Well, umm… crouch in as much as you can Spunky and I will squeeze in front of you.”
Spunky was confused, his pendant was not rattling, nothing concerning was about to happen. But he crouched down just in case.
“Shh!” Abby whispered, holding her paw up to her whiskers. “I hear the pat, pat, pat of little paws.”
And Abby pounced. Right on top of a very muddy Molly!
