Intro
"And what does the nice little sign say?" I asked him, unable to contain an oh-so smug look from overcoming my features. He sighed, and read, "Keep out of woods. Stay on the Trail."
Chapter 1:A taste of Wisconsin(Max)
The Flock was temporarily holed up in the woods by the river. I left Fang in charge( it has it's pros and cons) of watching the kids,or in this case, being the one to start the fire so the munchkins don't burn down the forest. Iggy normally does it, but his last attempt to light the Gasman's namesake has left him suspended of his match privileges(though I'm sure he has more hidden somewhere.). Why would I leave Fang to do one thing that Iggy the Blind Wonder excels in? Because I can, and I need time to figure out the current situation between us. So we're in Wisconsin, home of the Cheese heads, a friendly(so far) state. I was scoping out the area surrounding our rest spot, following the river, when I saw (with my raptor-like night vision, thanks for that one, Whitecoats!) what looked to be a lake. A baby of a Lake compared to, say, the Atlantic Ocean, or even Lake Mead, but a lake, with a classic small town road around it and a bunch of dark houses. I soared over to the most UN-ominous looking ones, wood and brick houses/apartments interconnected to each other, and landed quietly on top of the roof, half-sitting, half-crouching on the top ridge of warm, green slates.
A good place to think. Now, I thought sternly to myself, what is up with you lately? I am usually rock, stern and fierce unmoving in my decisions. It was lack of better judgement that brought us here in the first place. A lead from his blog, nothing else to do. He just had to factor into the conversation the fact that Wisconsin Dells is the Waterpark capitol of the world, the Voices latest silent treatment, and our new credit card. Is against any of my moral constrictions to tie him up and throw him in tiny Lake Tomah? Or the Dells? Better question, what moral constrictions?
Much more pleasent topic to think about, I thought. Can he blend into water if he lays still enough? Hmmm... I silently opened my mouth, taking in the crisp, cool air. FWIP! I turned my head down in time to see, no joke, the rubber band that would hit me in the face. "Ouch!"I quietly exclaimed. It hurt more than you would think it would, but I pushed thoughts of metaphorical pain aside to look for my attacker. Nothing...there! Below me I spotted a girl dressed in black, taking aim again. What the heck?