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smooth
hard-packed dirt. When I scraped my foot against it, there wasn’t
even the smallest puff of dust. It made very little sound beneath
our feet. On the left, a low stone wall bordered the road about six
inches wide, just higher than my knees. Beyond the wall, towering
out of waist-high grass, were a dozen enormous apple trees, covered
with the largest red apples I’d ever seen.
“ Hey Faith, you wanted
lunch,” Doug said. “Why don’t we stop and pick some
apples?”
Faith shook her head at
him. “You watch The
Simpsons , but not The Wizard of Oz? You never steal apples from
trees in a magic forest!”
Doug laughed at her and
moved over to the wall. I could tell he was going to jump over and
pick an apple from the nearest tree.
Faith was right. Who knew
if something was dangerous. But I couldn’t think of anything that
would make him listen. I muttered, “I wish we had something to help
us figure out what’s safe in here!”
A sudden intense gust of
wind whipped around us, tossing leaves and dust into the air. It
was so strong I covered my eyes and held my breath. Dirt and twigs
stung my hands, and the exposed parts of my face felt raw as it
swept past with a high-pitched shriek. It certainly wasn’t quiet
now!
I sucked in my breath to
yell that we should get back in the tree when the wind died as
abruptly as it began. My ears rang in the sudden silence, and I
pulled my hands away from my eyes.
As the dust settled, I saw
Doug had one foot resting on top of the low wall. But he was just
standing there frozen, staring down the road. Before I could look
that way, I heard an odd sound to the right. It was the first sound
I’d heard in here besides that terrible wind, and it gave me a
sinking feeling in my stomach.
I turned, dimly aware that
Faith and Olivia had turned also, but I didn’t pay them any
attention. I was too busy looking for the source of those furtive
rustling noises coming toward us through the colorful
meadow.
Then Doug gave a quick
exclamation and yanked his leg back onto the road. He pulled a
slingshot out of his pocket and scanned the ground. “I need a
rock!”
Chapter 12
Who’s Afraid of the Big
Bad…Fox?
Faith gasped and pointed
into the field. Where she aimed her finger, black-tipped triangular
ears and a long red muzzle peeked above the grass.
She threw herself in front
of Doug and poked her finger at him. “You’re not going to shoot that fox! No way!
My nickname is Fox. That’s my favorite animal.”
“ Okay.” When Faith didn’t
immediately move back, he glared down before repeating, “Okay! I
won’t shoot your precious fox.”
Faith looked down at her
hand in surprise where her finger was still shoved against his
chest. “Okay then,” she said, a light flush spreading up her neck.
She dropped her arm and moved back. She looked back at the spot
where the fox had been, then sighed. There was no sign of
it.
“ So what’s with the sling
shot?” Olivia asked.
“ I got it for Christmas. I
figured this would be a good place to try it out.”
I jumped as a high-pitched
hooting sound came from one of the trees far to the left of the
road. Olivia’s eyes were wide when she said, “I totally wish I knew
what that was.”
As the words left her
mouth, small shapes began moving towards us — two on the road, one
through the air to our left, and one in the field to our right. We
were being surrounded.
They ones on the road were
still too far away to tell what they were, but the one on the right
was definitely a fox.
Note to self — Find out if
foxes attack people.
I took a step closer to
Doug and his slingshot. “Where did those come from?”
Faith moved next to me as
the small what-the-heck-are-those-things grew closer. She grabbed
my arm, but didn’t take her eyes off the things approaching us.
“What do they want?”
Even Doug sounded uneasy.
“You’re sure you didn’t see any animals in here before?”
Only Olivia didn’t seem
disturbed. She
hard-packed dirt. When I scraped my foot against it, there wasn’t
even the smallest puff of dust. It made very little sound beneath
our feet. On the left, a low stone wall bordered the road about six
inches wide, just higher than my knees. Beyond the wall, towering
out of waist-high grass, were a dozen enormous apple trees, covered
with the largest red apples I’d ever seen.
“ Hey Faith, you wanted
lunch,” Doug said. “Why don’t we stop and pick some
apples?”
Faith shook her head at
him. “You watch The
Simpsons , but not The Wizard of Oz? You never steal apples from
trees in a magic forest!”
Doug laughed at her and
moved over to the wall. I could tell he was going to jump over and
pick an apple from the nearest tree.
Faith was right. Who knew
if something was dangerous. But I couldn’t think of anything that
would make him listen. I muttered, “I wish we had something to help
us figure out what’s safe in here!”
A sudden intense gust of
wind whipped around us, tossing leaves and dust into the air. It
was so strong I covered my eyes and held my breath. Dirt and twigs
stung my hands, and the exposed parts of my face felt raw as it
swept past with a high-pitched shriek. It certainly wasn’t quiet
now!
I sucked in my breath to
yell that we should get back in the tree when the wind died as
abruptly as it began. My ears rang in the sudden silence, and I
pulled my hands away from my eyes.
As the dust settled, I saw
Doug had one foot resting on top of the low wall. But he was just
standing there frozen, staring down the road. Before I could look
that way, I heard an odd sound to the right. It was the first sound
I’d heard in here besides that terrible wind, and it gave me a
sinking feeling in my stomach.
I turned, dimly aware that
Faith and Olivia had turned also, but I didn’t pay them any
attention. I was too busy looking for the source of those furtive
rustling noises coming toward us through the colorful
meadow.
Then Doug gave a quick
exclamation and yanked his leg back onto the road. He pulled a
slingshot out of his pocket and scanned the ground. “I need a
rock!”
Chapter 12
Who’s Afraid of the Big
Bad…Fox?
Faith gasped and pointed
into the field. Where she aimed her finger, black-tipped triangular
ears and a long red muzzle peeked above the grass.
She threw herself in front
of Doug and poked her finger at him. “You’re not going to shoot that fox! No way!
My nickname is Fox. That’s my favorite animal.”
“ Okay.” When Faith didn’t
immediately move back, he glared down before repeating, “Okay! I
won’t shoot your precious fox.”
Faith looked down at her
hand in surprise where her finger was still shoved against his
chest. “Okay then,” she said, a light flush spreading up her neck.
She dropped her arm and moved back. She looked back at the spot
where the fox had been, then sighed. There was no sign of
it.
“ So what’s with the sling
shot?” Olivia asked.
“ I got it for Christmas. I
figured this would be a good place to try it out.”
I jumped as a high-pitched
hooting sound came from one of the trees far to the left of the
road. Olivia’s eyes were wide when she said, “I totally wish I knew
what that was.”
As the words left her
mouth, small shapes began moving towards us — two on the road, one
through the air to our left, and one in the field to our right. We
were being surrounded.
They ones on the road were
still too far away to tell what they were, but the one on the right
was definitely a fox.
Note to self — Find out if
foxes attack people.
I took a step closer to
Doug and his slingshot. “Where did those come from?”
Faith moved next to me as
the small what-the-heck-are-those-things grew closer. She grabbed
my arm, but didn’t take her eyes off the things approaching us.
“What do they want?”
Even Doug sounded uneasy.
“You’re sure you didn’t see any animals in here before?”
Only Olivia didn’t seem
disturbed. She
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