If you missed the beginning, you can catch up HERE for the beginning and previous chapters. Follow the Blog now to be informed of every new post and update. Pieces of glass flew everywhere as the window at first shattered and then seemed to explode from the force of a heavy, grey granite rock hurled from outside, startling everyone and causing all the bunnies to scurry in fright beneath the table to shelter from flying bits of glass.
Carefully stepping around the larger glass splinters, smaller pieces crunched and crackled beneath my feet as I made my way across the room. Reaching the rock, I carefully picked it up to find a message, painted in bold red letters on the flat bottom.
Little Red Bear quickly tossed me a broom from the corner. I hurried to sweep up the shattered window glass pieces from seemingly everywhere, anxious to see who or what was to be found outside. Had the weasels ganged up and overwhelmed Albuquerque while guarding the rabbits? Holding him hostage? Had the coyotes run wild and taken potential story characters? What had been done that they wanted us to see? Thoughts raced thru my mind while hurriedly sweeping glass.
I walked over to find another message awaiting. I worked even faster to clear the remaining few pieces of glass from the floor and tops of tables. Emptying the last dust pan filled with broken glass into the trash can, I joined Little Red Bear, already slumped and frowning, at the broken window.
A short distance from the cabin, the smallest ostrich, the one whose protest sign Little Red Bear had ripped apart earlier in the day, stood with his tongue sticking out atop an upturned wooden rain barrel, forcefully waving a freshly painted new sign while wagging his head in an unhinged, wibbly-wobbly, deranged back and forth manner, taunting Little Red Bear. Then, aware that we had each seen the new sign, the ostrich flipped around, shaking his backside and tail feathers at us while displaying the reverse side of the sign.
