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

Boomer

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)

 

 

 

 

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

Chapter Ten

 

“WAIT, Boomer!  WAIT!” Oreo called.  “That is way too far for me to go.  First off, my little legs won’t keep up with you or Ruth, secondly my Mom won’t like it if I leave this area.  I’m only supposed to go so far this way, so far that way, and so-far any other way.” Oreo sat down in a dejected little lump of soft black and white fur.  “I just can’t go” he said tragically.

I walked over and put my paw on his soft little should, “No worries, Oreo.  I can do this.  I have Ruth and, if I have too, I’ll run back to the farm house and get Mom, Dad, or the both of them.”

Oreo looked up at me with the sweetest, saddest little black beady eyes, “I’m so sorry, Boomer.”

“It’s been good to know you, Oreo.  Let’s bump paws and hope to meet again someday.”  We bumped paws, I turned tail, looked up into the sky….way, way, up into the sky; located Ruth, the Wisest Owl of All Time, kicked my hind legs into gear and I was OFF!

I ran up Coyote hill, always keeping Ruth insight, then I ran over the top of Coyote hill, when I noticed Ruth was circling and circling coming closer and closer….that’s my signal, I thought.  The camp is near.

I put my belly to the ground and started slinking from one Rabbit brush to another Rabbit brush, making sure my shadow stayed out of the sunlight just incase the people in the camp happened to look UP onto the side of Coyote hill.

Ruth fluttered down into a large old dried out brush a few yards from me. “SHHHHHHHHH,” she whispered, one feather placed on her beak.  She looked at me, then swiveled her head clear around and pointed with her wing—right here her feathery wing said.  Right here.

I crept closer and closer…when I was right under Ruth’s perch, I looked down into the little valley between Coyote Hill and the hill where the old Apricot Orchard still kinda grows.

There they were!  Two men…a blue type of tent pitched right in the opening, junk strung all over the place…fried chicken boxes, taco papers caught in the sage brush, smashed beer cans and some shattered bottles flung up against a rock, little shards of glass sparkling in the sunlight.

There was a little camp stove sorta thing and the men lounging around SMOKING Cigarettes!

This is bad!  Very Bad!

I signaled to Ruth to follow me.  She raised up into the sky, on silent wings, and I crept backwards until I could get to curve around Coyote Hill.  At that point I trotted to the farm road and the old apricot tree.

Ruth settled into the branches of the Apricot tree.  “I’m heading back to the house,” I announced.  “This is bigger than You or I can handle by ourselves.  I’ll get Dad, or Mom, or Dad and Mom.  Can you stay here and keep an eye on them for me?  I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Ruth shook her head yes and settled into the tree looking all the world as much as a branch as an owl can.

I gave her one last look; glanced at the draw, where the men were living, looked over, way over, way, way, over to the farm house picked my paws up and headed home to get Dad, or Mom, or Dad and Mom.

 

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

Chapter Nine

 

Cigarettes mean huge danger; in the form of FIRE!

I put my nose to the ground and started sniffing around in circles, a little bitty circle right next to the two cigarette butts, going wider and wider until…
BAM!  I had the smell of that man—yes it was a man—full in the sensors of my very acute Beagle nose!

I had to find this man and stop him before he dropped anymore cigarette butts somewhere on the farm.  After all the farm is home to lots of animals, Mom and Dad, ME, and Mindy cat.  It’s also home to my oldest sister and all her animals…. dog cousins, Lady the Mule, chickens, Willow and Twisty cat…. I mean there is a whole world resting on my shoulders to save us for fire!

I glanced up once or twice over toward Oreo; seeing Oreo very diligently sniffing along over there by the cactus at the edge of the hill.

I stopped for a minute and waited for Oreo to stop.

He did glancing over at me to see what I was doing.  I raised my left paw and bayed to him—I found the tracks.  Come on over here and search with me.

Oreo skittered over as fast as short little skunk legs could skitter.

“Where, Boomer?  Let me get a good sniff of them also.”

I backed up and let Oreo sniff around the tracks.  “Gosh, he’s a big man…the space between the footsteps is lots of my skunk steps!”

Hum…. he snuffed and sniffed around….  “Wait, Boomer!   There are TWO men.  Here, come smell this…this man doesn’t have as big as stride and he ?!?!? has something like oil on his shoes.  Every step he takes leaves a little smell…of DIESEL FUEL!”

“Diesel FUEL!” I bayed…. cigarettes and diesel fuel are a very bad combination!

Oreo and I pushed on noses on the ground. Oreo following one set of tracks and I another.  Around the tracks went — into the large Chico patch, then down into the Redwing Black Bird paradise, up Coyote Hill…over onto the flat land where Dad stores his bigger farm equipment.

“Wait, Boomer!” Oreo yelled at me “I’m getting tired and need to stop a spell and I need to get a drink of water.  I’m going to head back down the little draw here and fill my mouth will cool water and rest a spell.”

I just looked at him.  He was a small little skunk, and he had kept right up with me and my intense hunt for the bad men; a little break isn’t going to make or break anything at this point anyway.  I figure we are a day behind the two men as it is.

“Okay,” I replied, “I need a rest and to lap up some cool water myself.

We turned around walked passed the old, old, I mean, so old horses had to move the plow-plow, padded down the little incline, and came to the pool of fresh water the Red Winged Blackbirds loved.

I waded right in and started lapping up the cool water, Red Winged Blackbirds sang all around us as happy song of spring as a dog has ever heard.

Oreo was very carefully stepping into the little pond, but just staying right on the edge…looked like to me he was trying NOT to get that BIG bushy tail of his wet.

I stood there in the very cool water, my paw pads soaking up the mud on the bottom watching Oreo drinking, with his little pink tongue, when a big dark shadow flew over the both of us.

The shadow was going slow, very slow, so slow it sorta, kinda scared me.

Then the shadow left and daylight returned.

Oreo and I picked up our feet and started back out of the fresh cool water and padded up the little incline back to Dad’s large equipment area when the BIG SHADOW was Back!

The big shadow flew over us, blocking out all the sun, then we heard the swoosh, swoosh whirr of giant wings beating the air above us.

Oreo and I froze!

The END OF THE WORLD HAD COME!

It is the Angel of Doom—I just know it its—I raised my nose to the sky to howl and looked right into the eyes of RUTH, the Wise Owl!

“Ruth! You scared me to the point of no return!” I bayed at her.

“Hi, Dog!  Oh, put your tail down skunk and turn a back around…Life is too short to be smelling up the air.”  Ruth chuckled.

“Okay, Dog tell what you and the little black fur creature are doing out here on the farm together.”

“I am NOT a creature! Oreo spouted.  “I am a skunk and Boomer and I are on the trail of two bad men, who smell of diesel fuel and smoke cigarettes!”

“Two bad me who smell of diesel fuel and smoke cigarettes?” Ruth puzzled one feathery tip of her finger placed alongside her beak.

“I’ve seen two men smoking cigarettes, when I was way up there in the sky. And they are NOT far from here.  Actually they are just over in the draw past Coyote Hill.  They have a little camp set up, campfire, tent and clothes strung here and there.” Ruth mused out-loud.

“You are right, Dog and Skunk!  Two men walking around on the farm smoking cigarettes is a baaaaaaaaaad deal.  Gather up your paws and I’ll show you the way to their campsite!”  Ruth hooted as she lifted herself up into the air, flinging little bits of rocks and sticks in our eyes.

“Fooooollloooooowww MMMME”  Ruth called from way, way up, in the blue of the sky.  “Foooolllow me.!”