A Basket Full of Magic
Read by Rachel Lynn Anderice
Written by Karen Backway
Chapter 2 - Thunderstorm Rescue
Frightened, Molly and Abby stayed in their basket until later that afternoon.
“We cannot hide here forever,” said Molly.
“But what if that thing is waiting for us?” asked Abby.
“We watched it zoom away and haven’t seen it come back,” said Molly. “I’m going to look around outside.”
Radar, a bee and a friend of Molly and Abby, was scouting for flowers when he saw Molly slowly climb down the tree.
“What’s up Molly?” asked Radar. “You always leap down your tree.”
“Oh Radar. It was so scary,” explained Molly. “A porcupine tornado tried to steal Abby’s button earlier this morning. I’m trying to see if it has gone away.”
“A porcupine tornado?” asked Radar.
“Yes. It was super fast. When it stopped and landed, it looked like a small porcupine with a little helmet,” said Molly.
Abby saw Molly talking with Radar and climbed down the old oak tree to talk with him too.
“I’ve been scouting around this forest for a very long time. I’ve never seen anything like that before,” said Radar.
“Neither have we,” answered Abby. “But we have only lived here for a few weeks.”
“Maybe you should ask Mama Owl about it,” suggested Radar. “If anyone can help, it’s Mama Owl. She is the forest historian and keeps track of all forest activity.”
“Mama Owl?” asked Abby. “We’ve never met Mama Owl before. How do we find her?”
“She lives on the ridge along the top of the forest,” answered Radar. “I can take you as far as the hive tomorrow if you’d like. The hive is about halfway to Mama Owl’s Ridge.”
Later that evening, Molly and Abby climbed into their basket just before dark. “It’s been a long day, hasn’t it Molly?” asked Abby.
“I’m sure Mama Owl will help us figure it all out tomorrow,” answered Molly.
“I hope so. It’s starting to rain again,” said Abby. “Looks like another thunderstorm is coming.”
Two very tired cats cuddled together in a fluffy cat pile, safe and dry in their basket high in a tree. They fell asleep in an overstuffed chair listening to the tap, tap, tap of raindrops and rumbling thunder.
