TITLE: The Wheeler Chronicles
GENRE: MG Adventure/Fantasy
Standing in the clearing, I looked past the stream and stared in the direction of the waterfall. It was too far away to see, but I thought I heard its howling rapids. Haunting me. Then I heard Mikey's voice.
But that couldn't be. He was gone. Had been for more than a month. I could still see scraps of the yellow police tape that had once stretched from one end of the woods to the other like a steroid-induced boa constrictor.
When the buzzer sounded, Mikey's voice fell silent and so did the raging waterfall. Rambo collapsed and sprawled out on the ground. I shook my dark thoughts and moved close to my four-legged point man. Focus was needed.
"Let's go to work, Lancelot. You ready to prove you're a retriever?"
Rambo raised his right paw, a trick I'd taught him to indicate a yes.
My golden soldier crawled on his belly. Then he pointed his nose to the left and froze.
I positioned myself behind a tree, grabbed a gooseberry from the jar that was belted around my waist, and loaded it in my crossbow. When I made a clicking sound with my mouth, Rambo broke into a canine seizure. His yellow fur served as camouflage on the ground, but his wriggling body lured my enemy closer. Might as well have been a worm on a hook.
I pulled the trigger and the green bullet found a home between rolls of back fat. "Ah, man! Who got me?"