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Chapter 9 |
Hyde Makes War |
Figan and Hyde snickered quietly together as the shouts and curses erupted beneath their outpost. The worker humans furiously beat the bushes for their tormentors. "These humans'll have more trouble than The Dad starting their machines now," giggled Figan. Cheers greeted this news as the worker humans moved swiftly to conclude their tasks. While they were packing up, Cecil began coughing hoarsely. One of the men slapped him playfully on the back. "Better watch out for those cancer sticks, Ceece," he kidded, "especially the oil-soaked ones." "Cecil not last till nightfall, Figan," observed Hyde, grinning wickedly from his branch. "Cecil not live without his cigarettes." Hyde could hardly keep from dancing about as the worker humans lugged their crippled chain saws out of the glen. The last words Hyde heard boosted his spirits even more. "Tomorrow, Oxmoor will probably bring in the caterpillar to clear a driveway to the work site," predicted Mel. Figan smiled. What a great day this had been for Hyde. For the first time since the death of his tree, he seemed more like his old self. Hyde leapt up and down and pounded the ground with his paws. He knew he would win. Jubilant, Figan and Hyde left the field of battle. The birds seemed to sing a hallelujah in their honor. The little apes had vanquished the horrid eel-tooths. They had driven away the monster humans. They were the saviours of the glen. |
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