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Chapter 7 |
The Horrid Eel-Tooth |
"What's wrong, Dad?" Joe asked. "Hey," grumbled The Dad, obviously puzzled, "where did our stake go?" "That's strange," The Mom agreed. "It was right in line with this cherry tree." "Don't worry," said said Joe confidently, "Brett and I will find it." Hyde snickered to Figan from his perch, "They never find that stake. HN, HN, HN, HN, HN!" Almost immediately, Figan sensed something was very wrong. But what?! Joe and Brett were darting about, searching for the stake. The Dad was pouring a dark liquid into the belly of the ugly chain saw. The sun had just chased away the last traces of fog. With a sense of foreboding, Figan glanced at the hole where the stake had been.... The hole! They hadn't covered up the hole! Figan's body went cold. In only a matter of moments, the humans would discover the treacherous hole. Yesterday's victory had been an illusion. "Hey, everyone!" shouted Joe, " Look, here's the hole. But where's the stake? Somebody stole our stake!" Hyde shot an apprehensive glance at Figan. This just couldn't be happening! Confidently, The Dad grasped the pull starter of the chain saw, his powerful arms tensing. He pulled mightily, but the machine simply sputtered. Again and again he struggled to spark the stubborn saw into life. But no matter how hard he tried, the chain saw would only cough and sputter. He grew angrier and angrier. "Now don't get so upset," soothed The Mom. "Thanks, Honey," The Dad mumbled sheepishly, "I just never can seem to ..." |
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