Lincoln's class is taking a field trip to see the lush landscapes seen in the Michigan prairies near Royal Woods. They were somewhat appropriately dubbed, "The King's Fields". After the bus had arrived after four hours of traffic and freeways, the young'uns spilled out the thing like a water flood. And, If there were to be hills around, they would've been alive with the sounds of enthusiastic 5th graders discussing their field trip.
"Kids, kids. Calm down." instructed Mrs. Johnson, the class' teacher. "I know how exciting it is to be in this part of the state, but we gotta stick to the schedule. Who knows when we're gonna be able to do something like this again." Everyone then acknowledges her with nods. Mrs. J started, "Anyway, the King's Fields are one of a kind in Michigan, as it was where the founders of Royal Woods had first settled before they come across the town. Also..."
As the teacher continued to praddle on about the history of the prairie, a small number of her students were praying for it to end anytime soon. "Ya think she's gonna mention them yet?" whispers an albino student in orange to his four-eyed best friend, by the name of McBride. "How do you just bring up a special pair of cheetahs in any sort of conversation? I mean, it feels like we're the only ones that know about the Cheetah Sisters." The African-American had unwittingly spilled the proverbial beans to the others.
Thanks to this, nearly all of the students start bombarding Mrs. Johnson with questions about the native cheetahs. "Alright, alright. No need to shout at the top of your lungs." After Mrs. J's exasperated sigh, a short, snow-bearded Aussie man has caught the entire party off-guard from popping out from one of the large grass patches.
"So... you lot wanna know about... the wildcats in this here prairie?" The Australian questioned, with a resounding yes from all the students. "By the way, you all can just call me Stanford. Now, with the story. Not too long ago, like several months ago, there were rumors spreading about two female cheetahs somewhere in these fields. No one really knows how they got here, but one thing's for certain, though. Them lassies are real nasty ones."
"Why, the other day, I was out here exploring the landscape. When suddenly, they struck a large warren full of rabbits. They went so gosh darn fast, they were only just orange blurs in the air as soon as I turnt 'round. Then, when me and my comrade, Dirk, were investigatin' in the dark, dingey forest not too far from here. Next thing I knew, I was all alone, with no Dirk in sight. Little I knew that the two beasts were on the prowl for some Stanford brand meat."
"I hustled my way out of that heck hole, with them getting a few gnarly scratches here and there." Stan proceeds to unbuckle his vest to unveil slashes straight across his chest. "This is what they're capable of. Coulda been lot worse if I had went back to find Dirk. I haven't seen hide nor tail of the guy since then."
After hearing this old man's story, the crowd went silent with shock and briefly looked at one another. Meanwhile, Lincoln Loud's adventurous spirit had begun to kick in, wanting to solve the mystery of these supposed Michigan cheetahs no matter what, even if it meant he had to drag his peers into the mix.