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wild, her red hair tangled and matted wetly to her head.
We both scrambled to our feet—in time to see both giant black cats pounce.
They both leaped at the same mechanical mouse.
Hissing and clawing at each other, they began to fight over it.
“Marissa—let’s go!” I choked out.
She stared in amazement as the giant cats wrestled, hissing and scratching,
rolling into the stream, then out again.
“Hurry! Let’s go!” I shouted. I grabbed Marissa with both hands and tugged.
“If they figure out the mice aren’t real, they’ll come back after us!”
“But are the cats real?” Marissa demanded, still gazing at them in
amazement. “Are the cats real? Or fake?”
“Who cares?” I shrieked. “Let’s get out of here!”
Once again, we started running through the forest. Which way were we headed?
We didn’t pay any attention. We just wanted to get as far away from those cats
as we could.
My clothes felt wet and sticky from the inside of the cat’s mouth. But the
cool, fresh air felt good against my skin and helped to dry me off.
Our shadows leaned ahead of us, as if leading the way. I heard strange animal
calls that sounded like shrill laughter. And I heard the flapping of wings above
the trees.
But Marissa and I ignored all the sounds. We kept running, pushing tall weeds
and shrubs out of our way, making our own path.
We didn’t speak. We didn’t even look at each other. We ran side by side,
keeping each other in sight, helping each other through the tangled forest.
We were both breathless when we reached a round, grassy clearing. White and
yellow moths floated silently over the swaying grass.
“Marissa—look!” I gasped, pointing to the other side of the clearing.
A small cabin stood under the trees where the grass ended. A very familiar
cabin.
“It’s Ivanna’s!” Marissa exclaimed happily. “Justin—we made it! We’re
back!”
I sucked in a deep breath and scrambled across the grass. Marissa ran right
behind me.
“Ivanna! Ivanna!” We both called her name as we hurried to the cabin.
She didn’t come out. So I grabbed the door and pushed it open. “Ivanna—we’re back!” I cried happily. I glanced quickly around the room, waiting for my
eyes to adjust to the dim light.
Marissa pushed me aside as she burst into the small kitchen. “We survived!”
she exclaimed. “Ivanna—is the test over? Did we pass it? Justin and I—”
We both saw Ivanna seated at the small wooden table. She sat stooped over,
her head on the table.
Her horned helmet had fallen off. It lay on its side on the table. Her long
blond braids had come undone and fallen over her face.
“Ivanna? Ivanna?” I called. I turned to my sister. “She must be asleep.”
“Ivanna?” Marissa called. “We’re back!”
The woman didn’t stir.
I heard a whimper from the back of the room. Squinting into the shadows, I
saw Silverdog. He was huddled sadly against the wall, his head on the floor between his paws.
He let out another whimper.
“Justin—something is wrong here,” Marissa whispered.
“Ivanna! Ivanna!” I shouted her name. But she still didn’t move.
The big white dog whimpered sadly.
“Is she asleep?” Marissa demanded. “What’s wrong with her?”
“Let’s see,” I murmured.
I took a deep breath and made my way across the kitchen to the table. Marissa
raised her hands to her cheeks and stared at me. She didn’t budge.
I was nearly to the table when I stopped with a gasp.
“Wh-what’s wrong?” Marissa stammered.
“Look what’s sticking out of her back!” I choked out.
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“Huh?” Marissa’s mouth dropped open in horror. “Justin—what?”
I swallowed hard. My legs started to tremble. I grabbed the back of a chair
to steady myself.
“Marissa—look,” I instructed, still pointing.
She came a couple of steps closer, her eyes bulging wide with fear.
We both stared at the metal object poking out from the back of Ivanna’s
dress.
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We both scrambled to our feet—in time to see both giant black cats pounce.
They both leaped at the same mechanical mouse.
Hissing and clawing at each other, they began to fight over it.
“Marissa—let’s go!” I choked out.
She stared in amazement as the giant cats wrestled, hissing and scratching,
rolling into the stream, then out again.
“Hurry! Let’s go!” I shouted. I grabbed Marissa with both hands and tugged.
“If they figure out the mice aren’t real, they’ll come back after us!”
“But are the cats real?” Marissa demanded, still gazing at them in
amazement. “Are the cats real? Or fake?”
“Who cares?” I shrieked. “Let’s get out of here!”
Once again, we started running through the forest. Which way were we headed?
We didn’t pay any attention. We just wanted to get as far away from those cats
as we could.
My clothes felt wet and sticky from the inside of the cat’s mouth. But the
cool, fresh air felt good against my skin and helped to dry me off.
Our shadows leaned ahead of us, as if leading the way. I heard strange animal
calls that sounded like shrill laughter. And I heard the flapping of wings above
the trees.
But Marissa and I ignored all the sounds. We kept running, pushing tall weeds
and shrubs out of our way, making our own path.
We didn’t speak. We didn’t even look at each other. We ran side by side,
keeping each other in sight, helping each other through the tangled forest.
We were both breathless when we reached a round, grassy clearing. White and
yellow moths floated silently over the swaying grass.
“Marissa—look!” I gasped, pointing to the other side of the clearing.
A small cabin stood under the trees where the grass ended. A very familiar
cabin.
“It’s Ivanna’s!” Marissa exclaimed happily. “Justin—we made it! We’re
back!”
I sucked in a deep breath and scrambled across the grass. Marissa ran right
behind me.
“Ivanna! Ivanna!” We both called her name as we hurried to the cabin.
She didn’t come out. So I grabbed the door and pushed it open. “Ivanna—we’re back!” I cried happily. I glanced quickly around the room, waiting for my
eyes to adjust to the dim light.
Marissa pushed me aside as she burst into the small kitchen. “We survived!”
she exclaimed. “Ivanna—is the test over? Did we pass it? Justin and I—”
We both saw Ivanna seated at the small wooden table. She sat stooped over,
her head on the table.
Her horned helmet had fallen off. It lay on its side on the table. Her long
blond braids had come undone and fallen over her face.
“Ivanna? Ivanna?” I called. I turned to my sister. “She must be asleep.”
“Ivanna?” Marissa called. “We’re back!”
The woman didn’t stir.
I heard a whimper from the back of the room. Squinting into the shadows, I
saw Silverdog. He was huddled sadly against the wall, his head on the floor between his paws.
He let out another whimper.
“Justin—something is wrong here,” Marissa whispered.
“Ivanna! Ivanna!” I shouted her name. But she still didn’t move.
The big white dog whimpered sadly.
“Is she asleep?” Marissa demanded. “What’s wrong with her?”
“Let’s see,” I murmured.
I took a deep breath and made my way across the kitchen to the table. Marissa
raised her hands to her cheeks and stared at me. She didn’t budge.
I was nearly to the table when I stopped with a gasp.
“Wh-what’s wrong?” Marissa stammered.
“Look what’s sticking out of her back!” I choked out.
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“Huh?” Marissa’s mouth dropped open in horror. “Justin—what?”
I swallowed hard. My legs started to tremble. I grabbed the back of a chair
to steady myself.
“Marissa—look,” I instructed, still pointing.
She came a couple of steps closer, her eyes bulging wide with fear.
We both stared at the metal object poking out from the back of Ivanna’s
dress.
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