Glad you could join us for the next excited episode of Elliot’s Adventures. If you’re new here, you can catch up by returning to the beginning, and reading really fast…
“Run!” Trevor yelled. Eyes sparkling, he grabbed Barry by one wrist and dragged him into a tangle of undergrowth, turning to thrust his fang into the twitchy eye of the first bird to ram into the brush behind them. More Flyers crunched into the Knights’ refuge, jamming those in front of them further into the twiggy scratchiness, where they screeched and clawed to extricate themselves. The frogs hacked a path to the other side, escaping in a cloud of laughter, every muscle thrumming with life.
They emerged at the base of the Hive tree, out of sight of their pursuers. Breathing fast and hard, Trevor danced from foot to foot, until his joy couldn’t stand it any longer, and exploded in a whoop of glory.
Grinning, Barry shook his head. “Youse’re gonna bring ’em down on us.”
Trevor reached for the sky. “Let ’em come! Better yet, let’s go get ’em. We can circle back around and pull out their tail feathers so we can fight ’em on the ground. Those red guys aren’t that big.”
“Dat’s what I love about youse,” Barry said, “youse’re crazy.”
“Well,” his friend shrugged, “what’s the worst that can happen — we die trying?”
“Not a bad way ta die,” Barry agreed.
They charged out from behind the tree.
To be continued. . .