Mischief in the Mushroom Patch. Amanda M. Thrasher
Читать онлайн.| Название | Mischief in the Mushroom Patch |
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| Автор произведения | Amanda M. Thrasher |
| Жанр | Детские приключения |
| Серия | The Mischief Series |
| Издательство | Детские приключения |
| Год выпуска | 0 |
| isbn | 9781944277833 |
Mischief in
the Mushroom
Patch
Also by Amanda M. Thrasher
The Mischief Series
Book 1 • Mischief in the Mushroom Patch
Book 2 • A Fairy Match in the Mushroom Patch
Book 3 • A Spider Web Scramble in the Mushroom Patch
(Coming Soon)
The Ghost of Whispering Willow
Sadie’s Fairy Tea Party
The Greenlee Project
There’s a Gator Under My Bed!
Mischief in
the Mushroom
Patch
Amanda M. Thrasher
Text Copyright © 2012 Amanda M. Thrasher
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-944277-83-3
Published 2012 by Rising Phoenix Press.
www.progressiverisingphoenix.com
Ebook formatting by Polgarus Studio
DEDICATION
This book is dedicated to Irene Yvonne Mulroy. She would have adored Lily, embraced Boris, and giggled at precious little Jack!
She laughs and dances still.
Table of Contents
3 • PANIC IN THE MUSHROOM PATCH
1 • LOST IN THE WOODS
Lilly knelt down in the middle of the daisy patch and carefully placed the basket beside her. She ran her hand over the daisies as she wondered which one to pick. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted the perfect one. Gently she snapped the stalk and laid the beautiful daisy carefully in her basket. Lost in her thoughts, she was not prepared for what happened next. It started with a very unusual sound, and it sounded as if it were headed directly toward her.
Ahhhhh, Ohhhhh, Awwwww.
Lilly stopped gathering daisies, jumped up and stared into the treetops. Branches were snapping like twigs and leaves were scattering everywhere.
“What on Earth is that?” she asked herself, puzzled. “I could have sworn in the midst of all the ruckus I heard a cry.”
Ahhhhh, Awwwww, Ohhhhhh.
There it was again, only this time the sound was clear. It was a scream. Someone or something was definitely in major distress.
Lilly continued to follow the sound. It was without question getting closer. She glanced around and decided it was in her best interest to hide or at the very least get out of the way. Just as she jumped behind a large oak tree she heard yet another cry; this one, unlike the others, was recognizable.
“Oh no, this is going to hurt,” a voice said echoing through the treetops, and a body tumbled in the midst of scattering leaves and broken branches toward the forest floor.
The voice was closer than ever and Lilly was scared.
“Oh no!” she screamed. “It’s coming.”
She clung to the trunk of the large oak that she was hiding behind and waited for the inevitable, for the thing to land. She closed her eyes, hoping against hope that this thing wouldn’t actually land on her. One last piercing scream filled the air. Whatever this thing was, it hit the ground extremely hard, tumbling for several feet and landing smack in the middle of a large pile of debris—dried leaves, broken branches, and, of all things, a huge pile of nettles.
Barely daring to breathe, Lilly opened one eye. Her heart was pounding louder than ever, so hard that she thought it might actually jump out of her chest. Too afraid to move, she waited to see what would happen next.
“Oh, please help me; someone, please help me,” a voice whimpered.
Lilly opened her other eye. Wait a minute, she thought, that voice sounds awfully familiar.
“Help me, please,” she heard again.
Lilly’s eyes grew huge. I know that voice, she thought. She ran over to the nettle patch and stared in disbelief. “Boris, Boris is that you?”
The pile suddenly broke apart as a mangled figure tried gingerly to stand up.
“Lilly, aw, Lilly, is that you?”
Lilly rushed over to help Boris. Carefully she knocked the leaves off his clothes and tried very hard to clear a narrow path with her foot so that Boris could step out of the pile. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Boris had fallen from the treetops; this couldn’t be good.
Boris looked awful. His whole body was shaking and his skin was pale. Lilly noticed that he was clearly in pain. He had taken a tumble and, though not sure how fast he had been flying, she knew it must have been too fast causing him to lose control.
“Lilly, ah, I think I’ve broken my leg,” Boris sobbed as he tried to put his weight on his leg. He managed to stop crying just long enough to add, “And I think I’ve even broken my wing, or bent it at the very least.”
He was right; it was definitely