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Story #6 – Slumber Bumm and the Red Wolf’s Toast – p.9

The red wolf ran right up to the riverbank, and was dismayed to see how swiftly the current ran. He wasn’t a very good swimmer but he was an even worse circus act, so he dove in and started paddling.

The rushing water carried him further and further downstream, away from the sounds of the circus folk and the lights of the town. Eventually he made it to the opposite shore, shook himself off and headed into the darkness of the trees to hide and sleep.

When he woke the next morning, he chanced a peek at the river, and saw that not far from where he’d come ashore the previous night was a tall bridge, which he could have easily crossed. He could only shake his shaggy head at it all. He hadn’t been caught, he was free, no matter whether he’d had to swim across a hundred rivers. Feeling relief for the first time in a long time, the red wolf went over to inspect the bridge.

There, in the very middle of the bridge, was a piece of half-eaten toast.

The red wolf howled, a happy, happy sound.

THE END

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March 27, 2012 at 3:37 pm 2 comments

Story #6 – Slumber Bumm and the Red Wolf’s Toast – p.8

The red wolf wasted no time waiting for the ringmaster to react, and leapt through the open cage door. He raced between the tents and trailers, his ears flat against his head, and never dared to slow his pace or look back.

He cleared the circus dwellings and found that they had camped on the outskirts of a booming pioneer town. They were far enough away that they could not be heard, and the red wolf doubted that he could be seen. He ran past the road that led into the town square and turned east. Ahead in the moonlight, the red wolf could see a big mill on the banks of a wide river. On the opposite shore there was a dark line of trees, a forest that stretched out for miles in every direction.

Behind him, he heard shouts and noise as the circus folks who were alerted to his escape began to pursue him. The deep, commanding voice of Clive Smythe rang out over all, and the red wolf growled. He would never let them put him back in a cage. He had to cross that river.

March 23, 2012 at 3:19 pm 2 comments

Story #6 – Slumber Bumm and the Red Wolf’s Toast – p.7

Slumber Bumm had been snoring outside the red wolf’s cage for a good half hour when Big Bob Burr showed up. This time, instead of laughing hysterically at the toast, his eyes grew wide and he hissed at the wolf, “What did you do? The bear was sent to free ya, not bring more confounded toast!”

The red wolf began to pace. He no longer felt like sulking.

“If I got caught picking your lock I’d lose my job,” Big Bob continued. “If sleeping beauty here does it, all that will happen is they’ll start looking for a new wolf.” He looked around, making sure they were quite alone. “Not that they aren’t already, ya know.” He picked up the hair pin and put it into Slumber Bumm’s paw. Then he whistled a short set of notes, and walked away as fast as he could.

Slumber Bumm began to work on the lock of the red wolf’s cage again. The red wolf remained silent, but continued to pace. His wish was coming true. He couldn’t understand why the circus strong man was helping him, but resolved to pay him back somehow.

Just as the lock clicked and the cage door opened, Clive Smythe the Ringmaster came out of his trailer, and froze when he saw what was happening.

March 7, 2012 at 10:18 pm 1 comment

Story #6 – Slumber Bumm and the Red Wolf’s Toast – p.6

After another Saturday night of circus goings-on, Big Bob Burr walked by the red wolf’s cage. He had overheard the crowds that night talking about the “lame wolf” in the sideshow, and decided to do something about it. He looked in on the red wolf, who was still sulking, and put his hands on his hips.

“Hey you, wolf,” he shouted. “Just you wait until later. I’ve had enough of being ignored by the likes of you.” Without a backward glance, the strong man walked off.

The red wolf yawned. He’d barely processed what the man had said. It sounded vaguely threatening but he really couldn’t be bothered to care one way or the other. He drifted off to a shallow sleep, and soon woke to the noise of someone fiddling with the door of his cage. He opened his eyes and saw Slumber Bumm there, picking at the lock with a hair pin.

The red wolf couldn’t believe what was happening. He was finally going to be set free! His sulky mood dropped away and he howled in excitement.

As soon as he howled, though, Slumber Bumm dropped the hair pin, and walked off. He returned later with a piece of burnt toast, and dropped it into the cage.

March 1, 2012 at 5:34 pm 1 comment

Story #6 – Slumber Bumm and the Red Wolf’s Toast – p.5

The sound of Big Bob Burr’s tearful laughter drew the other residents of the circus camp who had just woken up, and soon people were crowding around the red wolf’s cage to see what was happening. A couple of clowns giggled and turned cartwheels, the Siamese twins scratched each others’ heads, the lion tamer grabbed the nearest piece of toast and took it back to his trailer for breakfast, the ringmaster sighed and ran off to find the janitor, and Slumber Bumm slept through it all.

That day, as townspeople were led past his cage, the red wolf did not rage, or growl, or even lift his eyes to look at them. He didn’t understand why he hadn’t been able to communicate with the sleeping bear, but it frustrated him to the point of sadness. So, he sulked.

In the next town, he sulked.

In the two towns after that, he sulked.

Big Bob Burr had noticed, and tried several times to rouse him. He ran a tin cup across the bars of his cage, making a terrible noise. He teased the red wolf, calling him names, even saying unkind things about his mother, but nothing could draw him out of his funk. Big Bob knew that the ringmaster was keeping an eye on circus profits, and there might be trouble for the red wolf if he didn’t go back to scaring the customers.

February 28, 2012 at 8:46 pm 1 comment

Story #6 – Slumber Bumm and the Red Wolf’s Toast – p.4

The red wolf was stunned, but quickly realized that somehow he’d communicated with the sleeping bear. He just had to figure out how to howl at the proper frequency and pitch to tell him to open the cage.

He howled again. Slumber Bumm once more walked away, and returned…with another piece of toast.

All night, the wolf howled. He howled high, he howled low. He howled in every way his voice would allow, and each time, the result was the same. By daybreak, the floor of his cage was covered in toast. The red wolf was exhausted, his throat hurt, and he was feeling more depressed than ever. Slumber Bumm was still standing by the cage, snoring.

Suddenly, Big Bob Burr came running by, and skidded to a halt when he saw the bear. “Thank my stars that you didn’t run off,” he said, panting. “That might’ve been my hide! Let’s just take you back to your pen and no one will ever…” It was then that he saw all the toast in the red wolf’s cage. He looked at the wolf, he looked at Slumber Bumm, and then back at the toast. Then he laughed so hard that tears ran down his cheeks.

February 27, 2012 at 3:36 pm 2 comments

Story #6 – Slumber Bumm and the Red Wolf’s Toast – p.3

The red wolf was ready to try to escape again. He didn’t have any helpers lined up this time, though. Last week, one of the monkeys had tried to pick the lock on his cage, and three weeks before that, he’d gotten one of the elephants to pull at the bars. Tonight he was alone, and none of the other animals were roaming around. All the lights were going out, and all the cages and tent flaps and trailer doors were shut tight.

He let out a long, low, mournful howl.

Not long after, he heard a sound. Someone was coming. It was Slumber Bumm, still walking around in his sleep. The red wolf grinned, knowing that Big Bob Burr would probably get in a lot of trouble for letting the famous bear wander around all night instead of locking him up.

Then he wondered, if he could wake the bear up, maybe he could get him to help in the escape attempt, so he howled again.

Slumber Bumm stopped in his tracks, but instead of waking up, he turned around and started walking back the way he’d come. The red wolf was disappointed but not surprised. He paced in his cage for a while, when suddenly Slumber Bumm came back, carrying something. The red wolf watched, dumbfounded, as the bear walked up to his cage, put his big paw between the bars, and dropped off a piece of half-eaten toast.

February 23, 2012 at 8:50 pm 1 comment

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