Flight from Big Tangle

Flight from Big Tangle — page 9
Chapter Two The summer day sparkled A few wisps of high cirrus cloud feathered a bluebell sky The sun was a pot of white bright and hot She peered up at it through her fingers her eyes watering The cool of the northern forest beckoned as always After helping her mom secure the Cessna she grabbed her walking stick from the back deck and took off into the woods with her favorite friend Where are you going to be her mom called after her Red Sector she yelled trotting up the path after her disappearing basset hound 8