In minutes, Jingle came outside and sat next to Boss next to the
river. "I wanna know what's wrong," Jingle said. "You're working for
them, aren't you?" Boss trailed his voice. Jingle responded, "Why don't we
walk and talk about this?" Jingle got up and reached down. Boss accepted
and pulled himself back up. Boss held Jingle's paw for a moment. Then he
ran a bold dash toward the clubhouse.
Jingle grabbed Boss's wrist and pounced on top of him. "What are you doing?" Jingle asked. "You DO work for them!" Boss yelled. Jingle grabbed both of Boss's wrists and jumped backward. Boss hit the ground and laid on his back for a minute.
"I did that to show you I don't work for them," Jingle stooped beside Boss. "OK, we can talk about it," Boss said, giving in.
Jingle and Boss hopped across the river with the rocks wordlessly. "Well," Jingle broke the silence, "I was going to work for them just to keep from getting bored. You can go there now with me. I know it sounds crazy, but...I long to see Stella again. I love her." Boss jumped back and he thought, Deceived by the enemy! I'll show him what's down there for real. And Jingle loves Stella? She's the third worst thing walking on this earth! They are a pair though... Boss nodded and Jingle said, "I need to put this on your eyes." Jingle put a black blindfold on him. "I need your paw too," he said in haste.
Wrong decision! Boss thought as he held Jingle's paw. "Hold on a sec..." Jingle let go and got the panel door open. "Heke?" Boss said as he felt the humidity get higher. "Too bad they didn't tell me the name of this place," Jingle whispered quietly to him.
"You're here, Jingly?" Stella said. "Oh! OK...I know." "Sit here," Jingle said as he collapsed like a house of cards. Boss felt his way down, hoping he wouldn't smash another chair. When he felt the bean-bag chair, he was relieved. "Jingle," Boss whispered, "be sure no one comes behind you."
"Ah, yes," Mike said as soon as he sat down. "Good work, Jingle, keep it up." Boss wasn't for sure where he was exactly. His whisker twitched when he heard Mike; Jingle HAD been working for the Bad Hams. Boss thought at first he could just LEAVE Jingle.
Jingle rocked as Stella reached up to kiss him as a reward. Stella questioned, "How'd you do it?" Jingle replied proudly, "I put the blindfold on him and led the way." Jingle bent down and scmubby-wubbied Stella.
Mike, on the other hand, kept on kicking Boss in the back. Boss was annoyed because he couldn't see a blasted thing and he couldn't reach the knot of the blindfold Jingle did.
Jingle gripped Boss's wrists and pulled him from the bean-bag. He resisted from moving forward, so Mike and Stella pushed him. Where to now? Boss thought.
When the foursome got to a door marked with a rusted sign, Mike saw Stella and Jingle kissing. Mike opened a door to a bottomless pit. "Good bye, Boss, hated knowing ya," Mike mocked. He reconsidered only Boss and turned around. "Good bye, Jingle, you're a good soldier." With that, Mike pushed both of them and closed the door.
Boss and Jingle were panicking as they fell. In more than ten seconds, they bounced on a feather bed in a low-lit room. The walls weren't quite visible. (Note of the Writer: What? You don't want them to die, do ya?) "Jingle!" Boss yelled. "Here..." Jingle reached over and undid the blindfold. "Now, time to taste medicine," Boss said, popped his knuckles, and closed in on Jingle.
Jingle grabbed Boss's wrist and pounced on top of him. "What are you doing?" Jingle asked. "You DO work for them!" Boss yelled. Jingle grabbed both of Boss's wrists and jumped backward. Boss hit the ground and laid on his back for a minute.
"I did that to show you I don't work for them," Jingle stooped beside Boss. "OK, we can talk about it," Boss said, giving in.
Jingle and Boss hopped across the river with the rocks wordlessly. "Well," Jingle broke the silence, "I was going to work for them just to keep from getting bored. You can go there now with me. I know it sounds crazy, but...I long to see Stella again. I love her." Boss jumped back and he thought, Deceived by the enemy! I'll show him what's down there for real. And Jingle loves Stella? She's the third worst thing walking on this earth! They are a pair though... Boss nodded and Jingle said, "I need to put this on your eyes." Jingle put a black blindfold on him. "I need your paw too," he said in haste.
Wrong decision! Boss thought as he held Jingle's paw. "Hold on a sec..." Jingle let go and got the panel door open. "Heke?" Boss said as he felt the humidity get higher. "Too bad they didn't tell me the name of this place," Jingle whispered quietly to him.
"You're here, Jingly?" Stella said. "Oh! OK...I know." "Sit here," Jingle said as he collapsed like a house of cards. Boss felt his way down, hoping he wouldn't smash another chair. When he felt the bean-bag chair, he was relieved. "Jingle," Boss whispered, "be sure no one comes behind you."
"Ah, yes," Mike said as soon as he sat down. "Good work, Jingle, keep it up." Boss wasn't for sure where he was exactly. His whisker twitched when he heard Mike; Jingle HAD been working for the Bad Hams. Boss thought at first he could just LEAVE Jingle.
Jingle rocked as Stella reached up to kiss him as a reward. Stella questioned, "How'd you do it?" Jingle replied proudly, "I put the blindfold on him and led the way." Jingle bent down and scmubby-wubbied Stella.
Mike, on the other hand, kept on kicking Boss in the back. Boss was annoyed because he couldn't see a blasted thing and he couldn't reach the knot of the blindfold Jingle did.
Jingle gripped Boss's wrists and pulled him from the bean-bag. He resisted from moving forward, so Mike and Stella pushed him. Where to now? Boss thought.
When the foursome got to a door marked with a rusted sign, Mike saw Stella and Jingle kissing. Mike opened a door to a bottomless pit. "Good bye, Boss, hated knowing ya," Mike mocked. He reconsidered only Boss and turned around. "Good bye, Jingle, you're a good soldier." With that, Mike pushed both of them and closed the door.
Boss and Jingle were panicking as they fell. In more than ten seconds, they bounced on a feather bed in a low-lit room. The walls weren't quite visible. (Note of the Writer: What? You don't want them to die, do ya?) "Jingle!" Boss yelled. "Here..." Jingle reached over and undid the blindfold. "Now, time to taste medicine," Boss said, popped his knuckles, and closed in on Jingle.