Glad you could join us for the next chirpy episode of Elliot’s Adventures. If you’re new here, you can catch up by returning to the beginning, and reading really fast…
“And Vernon?” you ask.
Weakening with each wingbeat, Vernon struggled back across the meadow, determined to take Spike down even if it meant his own death.
Sunset gilded the grass tips as he landed on the flower Cassandra had been clinging to. Peering into its bowl, he saw nothing but shadows. “I know this is the right spot. Where is everybody? What happened here?”
“Sure an’ I saw what happened, laddie,” a chirpy voice rose from the grass. “If ya can be gittin’ me out o’ here, I’d be more than happy ta tell ya ahl about it.”
Vernon dropped to the ground and stumbled in pain and surprise. Bowls of Death weren’t the only traps in this field.
To be continued. . .