The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—The Mystery Where I Use a Secret

Chapter Twelve


Ruth fluttered down from her high perch, in the sky landing softly right by my side and in front of the four young skunks and their Mom! “Are your humans going to take some sort of action?” Ruth questioned.

“Mom is going off to call Dad on her phone thing and let him know what to expect, and then Dad will come.  Mom has to go a distance away so the men in the blue tent can’t hear her.”  I explained to Ruth.

“Humm”, Ruth mused to herself.  “Do any of you have plan? I think we need to get together a plan. We might need to come up with something to help out.”  Ruth put the tip of wing up to her forehead, while resting that wing on her other wing. “Hooo Hooo a plan.  We do need a plan.”

Just then Momma skunk walked toward Ruth and I, I held my breath, sometimes skunks are scared of Owls…like, you know, because Owls do EAT skunks, sometimes.

Ruth just kept marching around in a tight little circle muttering to herself…hum, hoo, hum, hoo.

“Stop!” Momma skunk demanded. “Stop that fidgeting and lend your wise brains to this problem.”

Ruth opened her very large eyes looking quite startled; all fidgeting stopped. I sat myself down on my beagle tail and closed my mouth with a snap.

“Now listen here,” Momma Skunk began, “We wait for your humans to appear…when they appear we will……”

YES!! That is exactly the thing to do.

We all congratulated Momma skunk, when around the bend came my MOM!

Ruth, rose silently into the trees above us, “See you in a short while,” she whispered as she left our group.

Momma and her babies faded into the Rabbit brush along the edges of Coyote Hill and I—-

Well, I just sat there waiting for Mom to come to me.

But Mom wasn’t alone.  Right behind Mom was Dad and right behind Dad was three neighbor friends each one carrying a gun of some sort.

Mom silently walked up to where I was sitting, pointed to way down the slope to messy camp of trash, campfire, and blue tent, with four booted feet sticking out of the tent door.

“Looks like the campers just might be taking a nap,” Dad whispered. Then Dad pointed a finger toward where they had just come from and every one left me again.

I stayed right where I was, Mom had pointed her finger right at me and said “Stay” with out a sound coming out of her mouth at all.  I KNOW that finger point.  Yes, I do.

So, I stayed.

I actually had the best seat in the house.  I could see Ruth, Momma Skunk, Oreo and his siblings, the two sleeping men in the blue tent, and, gradually I could see; first Dad on one side of the tent, then on each of the other sides Dad’s friends.  Mom came back to where I was and gave me lots of pets, while she squatted down beside me.  Mom was just as prepared as all the others.  More so, because she had ME!

I saw Dad give the come-on signal and I was OFF!

I raced down the slippery slope, heading right toward the tent, growling and barking the whole time.  One of the men was pushing his way out of the tent door when I saw—-MOMMA SKUNK! OREO! And the rest of the family turned with their tails fanned all fluffy and high, Ruth had just landed on the top of tent sending a loud screech into the air, then I reached the now completely in the open trashy cigarette smoking man.

I heard Momma skunk yell: “AIM! FIRE!”

Ruth let out the most horrendous scream, I think I have ever heard.

I headed right into the fog of green skunk fumes, latched my jaws into the back pocket of the just immerged man getting material and the muscle of his behind!

He swirled around trying to get me off him, when the second man stumbled out the tent; Ruth leaped off the top of tent right on the top of the second man’s head, talons grabbing into the man’s cap and into the man’s hair.

The whole place was bedlam.  Skunk fumes, screaming men, and screeching owl.

Oh, by the way, did you know skunks can aim and fire a second volley of green fog?

They can.

Yes, they can.  I know. I saw it in action.

I don’t remember much of the details, I do remember Dad and all his friends and Mom arrived just about the time of the second ball of massive skunk fog surrounded those men, Ruth, me and the whole camp site.

It was a stinking mess, that is for sure.

The finish of this little tale is those two men walked into a set, each, of handcuffs.  The loot they had been collecting out here on our little mesa —- stored in another blue tent around the corner and right on the TRAIL of the coyotes—gathered as evidence.

It took several days before the site was cleared for Mom and Dad to go clean everything up.  Mom said she was glad they couldn’t be there for several days, because skunk fumes don’t go away until it rains.

As for Momma, Oreo, the rest of the little surfeit…they gave me high-fives, and big smiles, as they left the blue tent area and headed back up to the Upper End.

Ruth grumbled very loudly for a long-time high up in her tree…I do agree with her…I don’t think I’ve ever heard of an owl that smelled like a skunk.

What an adventure!  Mom wasn’t even mad at me, while she bathed me.  Although, I must admit, I sure got tired of being bathed…every day for three days.

On the other hand, Mom had to burn her clothes and Dad’s clothes.  Even if that WAS his favorite cap!

The End


P.S.  We couldn’t have done as well, if Momma and Oreo and all the rest hadn’t been there.  They were the true heroes of the day!

Boomer, Sherlock Beagle

The End (once more)






25 thoughts on “The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—The Mystery Where I Use a Secret

  1. What a wonderful happy ending to a scary story. So glad everyone worked together to get those bad men taken away in handcuffs. You certainly know the term “it takes a village”. Good job all. Sorry about all the baths but I bet the massage feels good. 🙂


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