| A couple of days later we are sitting in my room. Freezing, we make our way to the heater and slowly take little sips of milk. Outside, fog has almost engulfed the town. Inside, we are both comfortable and warm. However, Bobby has ideas. “Noah, seriously, you have to help me.” Here we go again. “I know where it lives.” |
I close up the theatre and make sure all the lights have been turned off. I make sure that we have torches with extra batteries stuffed in my backpack. We slowly jog around the bend where the mountains are. No one is allowed past this point as it is extremely dangerous. For Bobby that just seems to cheer him on. I know I can’t leave him all on his own. He’s foolish, pig-headed and yet I still find myself following him.
| I didn’t believe Bobby but the goo is very clear, one leading beyond the sand and one leading into the grotto. “Come on, let’s enjoy the moment while it lasts,” mumbles Bobby. I don’t feel like enjoying the moment but once again my gut tells me that Bobby is leading me into big trouble! |
The grotto is pitch black. It smells rotten and dank. Huge rocks cover my torchlight. My heart thumps as we go forwards, glancing side to side. Just as I think that there is nothing to feel pleased about, Bobby finds it. There, in a small nest with webs and fur surrounding it is a small egg. We freeze like a statue and stare in amazement. The woolymander has an egg!
| In that moment, I feel a stab of criminality. We shouldn’t be here. “Let’s go,” I shout, grabbing Bobby’s jumper and turning away to the exit of the grotto. But our way is blocked. Something is moving from the darkness. It doesn’t sound friendly. We’ve heard it before, the endless growl, the low screech, the soundless footsteps. We quickly put the battery in the torch and shine it forwards. There it is. The woolymander! Bobby steadily walks forwards; I step back. |
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