Monthly Archives: December 2013

Macaloon Chapter 15


Hope and Fear Come at a Gallop

 Malcolm plodded arduously up the last hill.  The air was cooler here, trees were fewer, the vegetation sparse but, as they rose higher, Prickly Pear and Juniper berry bushes abounded so he stopped quickly to forage.  He had never tasted Prickly Pear berries before and found them tart.

“Can we rest?” asked Rollo, scratching about for something to eat.

Malcolm quickly browsed a clump of berries.  “They’re too close.”

“Why do they hate us so much?”

“We opposed them.”

“That’s all?”

“I think so.”

“Rats are stupid,” said Rollo. Continue reading Facebooktwitterredditpinterestlinkedinmail

Macaloon Chapter 14

A Surprise on Muskrat Mountain 

Manley furiously sucked in air.  It was dark.  His heart thumped; his snout twitched.  Water dripped onto his head.  What?  He scented Miranda, Rollo and Theobald close.  He could smell Malcolm leaning over him.

“You’re all right now, Manley,” said Theobald.  “He’s all right,” he assured the others.

Manley tried to rise but fell, landing on something soft and warm—a body.  As he jerked back, he caught the scent of rat. “Aaahh.” Continue reading Facebooktwitterredditpinterestlinkedinmail

Macaloon Chapter 13

Rollo Senses Danger 

Rollo’s eyes were shut but the insects kept buzzing at his ears and nose.  What was taking them so long?  He could have told them the muskrat’s plan wouldn’t work.  Rats were generally stupid, but not Ronald.  He’d have rats searching in all directions, but it was no use telling this to the others, especially the Marten.  They would think he was being hysterical.  Females were hysterical, he wasn’t. Continue reading Facebooktwitterredditpinterestlinkedinmail

Macaloon Chapter 12

macaloon-12The Journey Through the Slough Is Surprisingly Treacherous

Theobald had closed his eyes.  The warm sun on his shell, and the bounce of Malcolm’s trot, almost put him to sleep.  He needed rest.  He was weary of running, weary of everything… then Malcolm stumbled suddenly, jolting him awake.  “Malcolm?” he said, instantly fearful. Continue reading Facebooktwitterredditpinterestlinkedinmail