My 12th Birthday Party a Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter 11

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Eleven

 

Momma and King walked together, Kit stayed with us for a short spell, then left—

“I am hungry,” he called over his shoulder, “I might catch up with you later on.”

I stopped and watch Kit lope across the Little Field, drop down over the small hill and …. was gone.

Sigh.

Well, at least I know he will check up on me off and on.

“Fill your tummy, Kit!”  I hollered.  “Come to the farm anytime you want.”

I shook myself looked over at King and Momma and said, “Let’s get to going.”  I put my beaglie body into a trot (just so I could keep up with King and Momma who were walking.

King, Momma and I stayed on the farm road…it was much easier to travel and we could see long ways down it.   The better to keep safe.

We just about at the Cross-Over pipe when I saw eyes shining in the dark!

“Stop here, Little Buddy,” King put his muzzle down to my ear and whispered.

“We aren’t alone.”  Momma also whispered.

“Coyotes! Oh, my heavenly stars.  COYOTES!” I panted.

“Shhh”, King put his hoof on my back…” Shhh.  Just stand still and see if they move on.”

So, we did.

We stopped right there.  No one making a sound.

Sure enough, the coyotes (there were three of them, but only one was close to us)

started trotting across last years pinto bean field leaving us alone.

That’s when we picked up the speed and practically ran all the way home.

Well, I ran, the deer trotted.

But still …. home we went.

FAST!

“Here we are, King, Momma.  Make yourself at home. The haystack yard is warm, soft soil, and lots of good eating if you are interested.  The weeds are pretty nice behind the haystack backdrop also.

King and Momma started checking everything out.

I watched for a bit; the deer laid down, wrapped themselves in a circle each and closed their eyes.

“Good night, Boomer.  You’re a good friend,” King sleepily said as he drifted off to sleep.

“Yes, good night, Boomer,” replied Momma.

I raised a paw at them and turned toward the farmhouse.  It was so late I knew I would have to sleep outside in my doghouse.  But that’s okay.  It’s nice and warm and SAFE!

I slowly headed in, checking everything out as I went; I had to see what had changed while I was gone.

Home…Home is a good thing.

 

 

 

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