Monthly Archives: November 2013

Macaloon Chapter 11

macaloon-11A Old Friend Is Met

The grey blotch approached through the trees.  Miranda watched it hug the bottom of the hill, disappear into shadow behind a sucum bush, reappear, then vanish behind a copse.  She waited, understanding that she had to appear calm, not frightened or fleeing.  The noise of its approach—angry, incoherent voices, the padded stomp of paws thumping the Forest floor and the whishing of animal limbs—grew louder, as the blotch slowly came itno focus as a mob of feral-faced rats. Continue reading Facebooktwitterredditpinterestlinkedinmail

Macaloon Chapter 10

Macaloon-10The Friends Take Flight 

Floating upward, Theobald became alarmed at the water’s turbulence as he tried to surface.  Was it a storm?—no, he could see the sun glinting through the water.  Pulling hard to surface, he put his head above water just as a wave engulfed him and he was whacked across the mouth by a broken branch floating by.  He struggled against the current, his eyes searching the shoreline to find a recognizable landmark, realizing that the pond must have overflowed into the forest.  The current was carrying him to the far end.  What was happening?  Continue reading Facebooktwitterredditpinterestlinkedinmail

Macaloon Chapter 9

Manley’s Life is Irrevocably Changed

Hurrying back and forth from the Bark Burrow to Moose Meadow, Manley noticed that the rats had increased their ‘karmeting’.  Rats in twos and threes scurried through the undergrowth, sniffing anuses where they found them.  In some instances, animals freely offered up their anuses to the rats to be sniffed, finding it amusing.

Throughout the Forest, Johny Jackrabbit could be heard singing a new song:

Victory hard won for the bold and the brave

Neither turtle nor mole has even a friend

Cause a stout rat gave battle and didn’t give in.

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Macaloon Chapter 8

The Dark Time Arrives

 Although Theobald had begun his trek to the meadow the evening before, to prepare his thoughts for the meeting, the journey had wearied him, and in the early morning darkness he fell asleep as soon as he arrived.  He awoke to bright sun, the mist rising from the meadow grass into a radiant blue sky, the air sweet, cleansed by the light rain of the night before.  Theobald, however, was still timorous.  Watching the many animals assemble, bright of eye and chatting incessantly, he wondered why they weren’t—like him—dreading the day ahead.  Were they oblivious to the contention that, he had no doubt, would ensue?  Crawling to a spot near the Speaker’s tree, he waited, and a few breaths later Malcolm and Rollo joined him.

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Macaloon Chapter 7

Manley Attempts to Alter the Course of Events

Theobald floated near the bottom, despairing.  He was convinced now that he had been wrong to provoke the rats  He had been wrong not to have come to an accommodation when offered one by Ronald.  As much as he disdained rodents sniffing at his anus, he couldn’t spend his life hiding at the bottom of the pond.

He was anxious as he floated upward, breaking the surface gently, peering about.  He was only barely aware of the green scent of new life and ecstatic birdsong filling the warm evening air; it was the kind of Growing Time evening he once looked forward to.  As he glided to the bank, scrutinizing the undergrowth for rats, he almost jumped when Hogie Hedgehog said loudly, “Hi Theobald.  You heard about the merger?” Continue reading Facebooktwitterredditpinterestlinkedinmail