Mystery of the Disappearing Rabbits!
I started barking LOUD WARNING BARKS! The dust from the Devil Twister started getting bigger and bigger growing into a huge circle that was about to swallow me up!
I let out a huge volley of barks and bays—MOM COME TO THE CORRALS! MOM COME OUTSIDE BY DAD’S COMBINES! MOM HURRY DANGER IN THE COMBINE AREA!!
The dust started flinging into my eyes and my mouth; causing me to choke and sputter to a stop!
Hack, cough gag! I closed my mouth and sat down, lifting my right paw I started dabbing at my eyes so I could get rid of the dust clogging up my eyeballs.
Suddenly I felt the wind stop, but I still couldn’t see— my eyeballs were closed and I had fallen to the ground covering up each eye with my paws. Then I FELT a shadow fall over me…HAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I moaned…pitifully. OHHHHHH…I’m a goner…oh!!!
“Boomer? Why ya lying flat in the dirt with your eyes behind your paws?”
Huh?! I know that voice. Gradually removing one paw and opening my eyelid a tiny slit I saw: “RUTH!”
I was so happy I jumped up and bayed her name, doing swirly circles as I celebrated the fact there wasn’t danger in the combine yard. It was just RUTH!!!
“Ruth! Did you see that horrible dirt monster flinging feathers and dust and little pebbles everywhere? It was right here a moment ago! Horrible dirt devil, just horrible!” I looked around the combine yard trying to see if the dirt devil was hiding under one of the combines or next to the grain trucks.
“Dirt Devil, Boomer? I haven’t seen any Dirt Devils since last fall, and I don’t see one now.”
“It was here, Ruth! Huge and wild and full of little bits of rocks and lots of dirt and grey feathers.”
“Grey feathers? Did you say grey feathers?”
“Yes, it was twisting and twisting and growing bigger and bigger. I tried to get Mom to come save the combines, but she didn’t hear me.”
“On, Boomer, tee hee, hahahahaha, bahahahaha, snort chuckle” Ruth was laughing so hard she had tears coming out of her eyes AND she was gripping the sides of her stomach like she was having a stitch or something from laughing so hard.
“What,” I mumbled.
“That wasn’t a Dirt Devil is was ME!”
“Yes, ME. I was taking my morning dust bath (my morning- your late evening) before I start my work for the day, er night, er day. Oh, you get what I mean.”
I gave Ruth a blank stare as she used the tips of her wings to wipe the tears streaming out of her eyes.
“Humph! A dust bath. What self-respecting sniffing dog would ever have guessed it was you taking a Dust Bath?”
“Oh, well,” I gave Ruth a big doggie smile. “All is well, that ends well.”
“Say, Dog?” Ruth sort of duck walked over to me…well, Ruth waddled over to me…aaaaah, Ruth the Wise Old Owl walked over to me— “Have you found the rabbits yet.”
“No, I haven’t. I’ve been to the Upper End, skirted the Back Forty, checked out the Equipment Storage Area, did a little run up to the Apricot Tree (where I met you by the way) and boogied myself home. Where I arrived in just the perfect time to bark the Mail Man down the lane. But find the missing rabbits I have not.”
“Remember, Boom Dog, you need to look for the round metal thing with green legs by the Corn Eating Dragon. If you look there…I’m more than sure you will find the family of bunnies.” With that Ruth opened her huge (I MEAN HUGE) wings, gave a couple of flaps and lifted herself off into the early evening sky. I’m sure she also gave a really evil chuckle as she lifted off.
Sigh…the evil Corn eating dragon, huge metal tub, green legs…my dream kept racing behind my eyes. I grew faint in the legs just thinking about searching for the DRAGON!
Sitting there in the growing evening, thankfully it was still daylight, the sun wasn’t sitting just YET, but close, I almost gave up the quest to find the missing rabbits.
Then I remembered Fuzzy…Fuzzy never gave up. Heck, as Fuzzy got older I would often times take off running and barking from the dog houses to the grain bins just to play a trick on Fuzz. He would follow right behind barking and yipping…then when he got there and figured out it was a trick—he never got upset. Just started sniffing around to see if there was anything interesting we could check out. ‘Never give up’ he used to say. ‘It will always turn out for the best.’
Girding myself, I sent a little prayer to Fuzz…’Hey, my old pal, if you can see me right now, I need some help. I can’t find the rabbits—Ruth, the Wise Old Owl says there is a big green corn eating dragon next to a big metal tub on green legs I need to find BEFORE I can find the rabbits. I need you to help me, Fuzz. I really need your help!’
I was sitting there wishing for Fuzzy to appear, when Monkey showed up. She was heading back to the house after a day of playing in the haystacks. As I watched Monkey come toward me, I saw Sam sitting on the window sill of the barn.
“Have you found the rabbits, yet?” Monkey walked right up to me and looked me in the eye.
“Aaaaaa no, not yet. I have to find a big green corn eating dragon, first—then I have to find a big metal tub on green legs BEFORE I can find the rabbits. I really don’t know where to look for a Dragon, and I really don’t know if I WANT to FIND a dragon.” I explained to Monkey. My posture was very sad…low head, low tail, drooping ears, and downcast eyes. I stood there a very pitiful sight.
Sam took pity on me, jumping down from his perch on the barn window sill, he walked toward Monkey and I.
“Follow me,” he said and walked right on by Monkey and I.
Monkey took off after Sam, although Monkey never runs in a straight line…up she went onto the corral fence, then she hopped over to the grain truck—“You are going the wrong direction,” Sam hollered at Monkey and kept on walking.
Wrong direction? My head perked up, I started swishing my tail on the ground and a sparkle came into my eyes: “You will go with us, Sammy-Sam? You are not afraid of the Dragon (or round barrel)?”
“No, Boomer, I am not. Come on…we have to go to the other side of the Butler Bins, it’s there I’m sure you will find a green corn eating….DRAGON!” Sam pounced at me as I caught up with him.
I jumped backwards…”SAM!”
“It’s okay, Boomer…I’ll take care of the Green Corn Eating Dragon, while I have him busy you can look in the shelter in front of the Corn Eating Dragon—I think there just might be a round green thing you can check to see if the rabbits have moved there.”
We all trotted across the farm yard, then across the road, Monkey doing zigs and zags—that cat should wear herself out, it wears me out just watching her.
Continued next week…the stunning conclusion of The Case of the Missing Rabbit