trees around them: manic, chittering, out of control noises. The group closed in tight, back-to-back, protecting all angles.
The noises came closer.
Pete looked at Molloy and Smithers, who were on either side of him. They were good fighters, as was Tahnee. He wasnât sure about Ashlyn, and decided then and there that he would do all he could to protect her.
When a blur of creatures leapt out of the trees, Molloy, Smithers and Tahnee dropped into fighting poses and faced them. Pete McGee drew his dagger and stepped in front of Ashlyn. Suddenly, they all burst out laughing. Well, all of them except for Ashlyn, whose face was still stony and determined.
âGood luck, McGee, this is your first and most likely final test,â boomed Syra Tanoothâs voice from the sky. âPrepare to meet your doom!â
Pete almost fell over laughing.
âReally?â he asked, laughing so much tears were streaming down his face. âThis is the first test?â
He fell to the ground as five of the creatures jumped on him and nuzzled against his chest.
âYes, that is correct. You must face and defeat the mighty squirrels. They have evil claws. They have mighty teeth. And I have heard they are after your nuts.â
This made the group, especially Molloy, laugh even harder. A squirrel hopped over to Tahnee and leapt up. She caught it and stroked it as it cooed and purred. Syra yelled out with glee.
âAha, attack my pretty. Crush her to little pieces. Attack, little squirrel! Bob, why does it not attack?â
âActually,â Bob answered, âI tried to tell you this before. I do believe squirrels are about as scary as little baby duckies.â
A few of the squirrels had gotten bored and were scampering back into the trees. Pete and the others herded the rest back to the forest as well. Tahnee didnât want to let her squirrel go.
âAww come on, Pete. Can I keep him? Look at those big eyes. Heâs beautiful.â
Pete almost melted but he held firm.
âSorry, Tahnee, but we canât put this little guy in danger. Heâll be safer here.â
Tahnee nodded. She had been half mucking around and yet half serious. The squirrel was just sooooo cute. She walked over, gave it a little kiss on the head, and let it go. It ran to the edge of the forest, turned around, stood on its hind legs, made some noises and then ran off to join the other squirrels nibbling on their nuts.
The first test was over.
Syra Tanooth was not happy.
âPete McGee,â he boomed. The friends stopped laughing and looked up at the sky again.
âIt seems you have been fortunate enough to pass your first test. Do not fear; there will be many more before you reach your destination, and they will only become more difficult.â
Pete and his friends laughed and pretended to be scared.
âNO!â cried Molloy, sinking to his knees. âPlease donât attack us with kittens. Or little chicks. Or ⦠no, you wouldnât dare send out the little bunny wunnies!â
âQuiet, little man. Stop trying, and succeeding slightly, to be funny! You will not defeat me, Pete McGee, that much I can see. The winner will be me!â
âWell fiddle dee dee,â Pete replied, teasing Syra for his accidental rhyme, and thinking this was all going to be easier than he had thought. âMaybe, after some tea, you can set us free, and then sail the sea? Oh, I need to do a wee.â
Syra tried to think of something witty and cutting in reply, but all that came into his mind was Yeah, well, you are , and So there! so he decided to keep quiet. Pete and his friends started walking, knowing they could get away from the voice if they moved fast enough. Behind them the squirrels chattered in the trees. In front of them lay their destiny. In the middle was Pete McGee and, after talking about it, he really did need to take a wee. He hoped they would stop for a break soon.
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