Bubbles and Lost Dreams
Read by Rachel Lynn Anderice
Written by Karen Backway
Chapter 7 - A Slightly Clumsy Mountain Goat
“What a dreary start to the day,” said Radar, thunder rumbling in the distance, rain pouring.
Molly and Abby trailed behind Spunky and Radar as they trudged along the ridge and tried to keep covered from the wind and the rain. Spunky stopped suddenly, and looked over a sharp drop at the edge of a ravine.
“Oh my. I will scout it out,” said Radar and he buzzed away.
“All this way to a dead end,” said Abby. “We should get away from this cliff, we are exposed and might be seen.”
“Yep, back to the ledge and wait for Bee out of the rain,” said Spunky, sending Molly and Abby back to a little bit of a rock hanging.
“What is this, what is this? Kittens, kittens, on the cliff. How extraordinary,” said a voice.
“Hello, sir,” said Molly, cheerfully.
“Kittens on the cliff,” he answered.
Molly repeated a little louder, “Hello, sir.”
It was a mountain goat.
“I’ve not seen anything like it. Kittens on the cliff,” he chattered on.
“Yes sir, we are cats and we are trying to find our way off the cliff and out of this rain,” answered Molly.
“Of course, of course, kittens on the cliff, how extraordinary,” he repeated.
“Follow me, follow me, this way, this way,” said the goat, clattering up the steep cliff.
“No sir, we cannot leave our friends behind,” said Abby.
“Oh more kitt…” but the goat trailed off when he saw Spunky trotting toward him. “Ah… a problem, big problem,” said the goat.
Spunky chuckled when he saw the mountain goat chatting with Molly and Abby. It was a funny sight - two soaking wet tiny tabby cats having a friendly chat high on a ridge with a bearded mountain goat in the pouring rain, like it was a perfectly normal occurrence.
“Hi Spunky,” said Molly. “We were just making a new friend, this is…”
“William, but my friends call me Billy,” said the goat.
“Nice to meet you, William. I am Molly, this is Abby, and this is our friend Spunky. William was just about to show us how to get off this cliff, out of the rain,” said Molly. “But I think he is worried you won’t fit.”
“Yes, narrow trails, narrow trails,” said Billy. “Kittens yes, huge dog, no.”
“Is there another way?” asked Abby.
“Only back, only back. Unless dogs can fly,” said Billy.
“How far?” Abby asked politely.
“How far, where?” Billy asked, confused.
“How far would Spunky need to fly?” Abby asked, clarifying the question.
“Not far, the trail picks up again beyond the rocks,” Billy said, astonished.
“That is true,” confirmed Radar.
“What’s that? What’s that?” clattered Billy startled, losing his footing. Spunky chuckled. Seeing a mountain goat stumble on level ground was very unusual and very funny.
“Oh that is our other friend, Radar,” said Molly. “He’s a bee.”
“The trail continues on the other side of the ravine,” said Radar. “But it would be a dangerous leap and landing for Spunky.”
“Very far, very far to leap,” warned Billy. But Billy did not know about Mama Owl’s wing tip feather.
