Monthly Archives: February 2014

Macaloon Chapter 23

Manley and Rollo
Face Adversity and
Adversity Faces Them

When he and Rollo had struggled up to the ledge, above the wide flat rock strata overlooking the chasm, Manley had spotted the Lynx watching them from an outcrop further along.  The Eagle had disappeared shortly after their arrival, but Manley was certain he was close by.

He didn’t mind being bait, but knew it was unlikely that Gervaise would arrive in time to prevent him from being consumed by all that rat hatred—how could any group of animals could hate so much?  Continue reading Facebooktwitterredditpinterestlinkedinmail

Macaloon Chapter 22

The  Humming Guano

 First, Manley noticed how much cooler it was inside the cave.  Also, how much more comfortable he felt to be back in darkness.  The third thing, as he followed close behind Miranda, was that her footfalls made no noise while his splashed.  He tried setting his feet down quietly in the water but the whoosh whoosh could still be heard echoing off the rock wall, and his nails scratched on the rock floor.  Attempting to walk beside the stream, he stubbed his paw.  The fourth thing he observed was that the echoes of his splashing feet grew shorter the further they travelled into the cave.  Was the tunnel narrowing?  He looked back.  A small shaft of light from the tunnel entrance revealed how the tunnel walls had closed in.  Where he stood was no larger than three times their height.  He had hoped to find soil, humus or something with worms in it, but every time he put out his snout it was met with rock.  “There’s nothing to eat,” he muttered.

Miranda, just ahead, said nothing.

Manley hurried after her and whispered,  “This stream must go somewhere,” and, “Malcolm couldn’t possibly fit through here.”

“Shhh…”  Miranda said abruptly, stopping.




“That hum.  What is it?”

“I don’t know.”

Manley listened intently.  He’d never heard anything like it.   It wasn’t exactly a hum.  It sounded like breathing.  Was there a large animal just ahead in the cave? Continue reading Facebooktwitterredditpinterestlinkedinmail

Macaloon Chapter 21

Gervaise Has A Plan

 Were they descending?  Theobald thought he must be dreaming.  He’d been luxuriating in the cool, clear water of his pond, floating peacefully.  On breaking the surface, he saw rats swimming toward him, led by Ronald, with his pawky smile, demanding, “What are you doing here?” and the other rats glaring at him.

“What do you mean?”

“You heard me.”

“I live here.”

“This pond,” said Ronald, emphatically, “is for the exclusive use of Corporation members.”  He had smiled smugly.  “I’m not aware that you are a member of the Corporation.”

“I’m not.”

“As the pond is only for members of the Corporation, and as you are not a member of the Corporation, you must leave.”

“Why?  The pond’s big enough.”

“Your views, Theobald, go against Corporation policy.  You wouldn’t be happy here.  You need a more turtle-conducive habitation… elsewhere.”

“But I don’t… there’s nowhere else…”

“It is unfortunate that you’re not a member of the Corporation, Theobald.  You would be assured of having a fine pond like this one to cavort in.”

Why was he thinking about Ronald?  Yes, they were descending.  Or was mountain ascending?  Was that possible?  Continue reading Facebooktwitterredditpinterestlinkedinmail

Macaloon Chapter 20

macaloon-8The New Predator Takes up Their Interest

 “What does a lynx eat?” Manley asked.

“Flesh.” said Miranda.

“What kind?” asked Manley.

“I don’t know.”

“Should I be concerned?”

“You’re not?”


“Not even slightly?”

“No, I don’t want to be.”

“I agree,” said Theobald, “I’m tired of being afraid.” Continue reading Facebooktwitterredditpinterestlinkedinmail