Then the wind picked up, blowing hard from the south, then made a sudden shift, enough of shift it lifted my ears up off my head and caused them to flap…the shift of the wind/storm was coming toward us from the south west… that’s when I knew I was in terrible trouble. You see, all our hard mean storms come to our farm out of the south west!
Just then everything went stark white!
A huge roaring filled my ears as a leaping, hissing fire-breathing dragon slammed itself down onto the earth two miles from where I was standing. Sparks of fire leap into the air where the scary lightning bolt blackened the earth.
My fur stood up all over my whole body…back, stomach, legs, tail, nose and ears!
I turned tail and ran out of there faster than a pronghorn; in fact I think I passed two pronghorns going the same direction as me!
I finally stopped on top of the Rocky Point. Looking back I tried to see if that lightning bolt was still sparking and glittering along the canyon rim.
Thank Heavens! I dropped my rear end down and sat there for a spell, scanning the horizon near the edge of Rubidoux Canyon. Fire is a might dangerous thing! Lightning bolts have been known to start fires before. I figured if there was a fire I would put my tail between my back legs and scram to the farm house as fast as badger after a beaglie dog — namely me. (Which as I’ve said before, I am pretty darn fast! Even faster when danger resides nearby!)
I sat there a long time scanning the horizon. Gradually the storm moved away from us taking its mean loud voice and the fire-breathing dragon with it.
It was about this time I saw a Great-Horned Owl, flying silently over the west corner of the farm. I probably wouldn’t have seen it, but I was still scanning the skies and the horizon for possible fires caused by that storm.
Then the Great-Horned Owl rose up into the sky just as the full-silver moon broke through the clouds casting silver and blue light on the land, in the air and on the Great-Horned Owl’s wings.
I flipped over on my back and watched the dip, sway, and swoop here and there in the moonlight.
The sight was so beautiful I flipped back over and sat up, lifting my nose in the air, closed my eyes, I sent out a long, mournful, soul seeking song.
HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I sang to the sky the earth and…
Suddenly I was covered in feathers, little bits of dirt, a few tiny rocks and, I’m sure, a spine or two of cactus!
I opened my eyes “RUTH! There you are! I haven’t seen you for ages!” I bounced up, on all four paws; giving Ruth a huge happy beagle grin!
‘Hi, Dog! Long-time no see!” Ruth drawled out in her completely charming owl voice! “What are you doing up here? You realize you are almost in the Haunted Pasture, don’t you? Why just three minutes ago I saw a ghost moving around in the tall grass down there.”
“Ghost?” I shuddered. I’m really very brave, but some things send me trembling into my doghouse and ghosts are one of those things.
“Yes…it was all white, flew up in the wind, gathered wind into itself, bellowed out flipped itself this way and that way, like it was playing or something. Then drifted right into the Dark Forest.”
“It’s in the Dark Forest right now?”
“Well, I think so, I saw it go in there, but I didn’t follow it.” Ruth replied in a rather puzzled owl voice.
“Good! Let’s just leave it there!” “Well, it was nice seeing you again, Ruth, but I’m off now…you and the ghost have a great time.”
I started to walk away from Ruth when crashing out the dark forest came the WHITE GHOST!
I took in a huge lungful of air and began giving that Ghost blast after blast of very loud barks, so full of treats and promises I was sure the ghost would NOT come any closer!