TITLE: The Jack Pack
GENRE: MG Mystery
Jolly Vaughn Walker ran through the misty meadow past the twisted gravel road to the town’s main attraction. He squeezed his spindly body between the chained doors of Durmont Game Farm’s rear entrance. The last zebra was being hauled away that morning and he wanted to say goodbye. The owners sold the animal because of too many hard years and few ticket sales.
The fog thickened. It curled around his knees with every step like the white tail of a curious cat. Distant thunder rumbled. If Jolly stopped to listen, he’d know the storm didn’t come from the sky. He’d stop then run the other way.
In the upper field next to the zebra pen sat a strange covered wagon. Strange because of the colored, silk scarves stitched like patchwork to the arching canvas. Looping, purple letters painted on the side planks read ‘Jasmine the Gypsy Princess’.
That’s odd, too. Jolly had never seen royalty before or even one claiming to be so.
No horse or leather riggings attached to the wagon’s front forks. Jolly looked for an animal grazing in the field, but it was still too dark to see most of the rolling meadow.
He Fanned the fog curious to see what held the two wooden posts up. He felt nothing, could see nothing.
He thought it could be locked at the base of the wagon. Even locked, how could it just sit there balanced on one axle with two wheels?