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Author's Note: Actually, I really don't have anything to say, so I'll just shut up already so you can get on to reading the second chapter. Sorry about the inconviniance. (Did I spell this word right?) ;) (Look, he's winking at you!)

Chapter 2-Wild Ride

Nosedive peered cautiously into the hole. "I don't know bout' this guys," he said, "It looks really dark and scary down there. How am I spose' to find the puck in the dark? And what if it's really deep? How will I get back out?"

"He has a good point Canard," said Wildwing, "And I don't want him getting stuck down there either."

"All right, all right," sighed Canard, "Hang on a sec and I'll be right back." He then skated off in the direction of his house.

All Nosedive and Wildwing could do was just look at each other as Canard raced off. Neither one of them had the slightest clue what the tan feathered duck had in mind.

A few minutes later, Canard returned with a flashlight and some rope.

"Ok Dive, here you go," he said. Canard gave Dive the flashlight and began to tie the rope around the smaller duck's waist.

"Canard, what are you...?" started Wildwing.

"Now, you'll be able to see with the flashlight and with this rope around you, as soon as you get the puck back, all you'll have to do is tug on the rope, and we'll pull you back up. That way, you won't get stuck anywhere. All right?" explained Canard.

This relieved Wildwing, but Dive still seemed a bit nervous. "Ok. But I still won't like it down there," said Nosedive.

"Come on baby bro', you can do this. I believe in you," said Wildwing.

"Well, if you think that I can do it..." squeaked Dive.

"Of course you can," Canard replied, "Just climb down, grab the puck, and then we'll yank you back out. How hard could it be?" He then muttered under his breath, "And the sooner you come back with the puck, the sooner we can get back to practicing."

All Nosedive could do was sigh as he began to climb down the hole.

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The hole itself was quite narrow and very rocky. Plus, Wildwing and Canard were blocking the only light, which was coming through the opening at the top, as they looked in on the duckling that was descending further and further into the hole.

So here was poor Nosedive, a little seven-year-old duck, being forced to crawl down a hole he could barely fit through, and strike out into the unknown, to recover a lost puck he didn't even mean to lose in the first place.

"How do I get myself talked into these things?" he asked himself.

Suddenly, the young duck felt his foot slip and he lost his grip as he went tumbling down the rest of the narrow opening of the hole.

"Ah, ouch, ump, ow!" he cried as he slipped farther down under the ground, until he finally felt his body collide with the bottom.

"Oh..." Dive moaned as he sat up, "What just happened?"

Then, he heard a series of clunks as the flashlight came falling down the hole as well, then bonked Nosedive right on the head before landing next to him.

"Ow..." Nosedive sighed, rubbing his now sore head.

"Dive, Nosedive!!!" Nosedive could hear his brother calling to him from up above. "Are you ok? Is everything all right?" He sounded worried.

"I'm okay," returned Dive, "I just lost my footing and fell down the hole. I don't think I'm bleeding, but my head hurts."

"Why?" yelled Canard.

"Cause' the stupid flashlight hit me on the head, that's why."

"Oh brother," Canard moaned.

"You sure you're ok, baby bro'?"

"I think so."

"Good. Well now that you're down there, hurry up and start lookin' for the puck," yelled Canard.

"All right, all right," Dive said. He searched around, found the flashlight, turned it on, and began to scan his new surroundings.

The bottom of the hole wasn't very big. In fact, it looked more like an old, forgotten burrow than anything else, with the occasional bit of ice on the walls. And it was cold. Carefully, Dive let his eyes search each area of the hole before he moved on to the next. Before long, he spotted the puck lying up against one side of the hole. The wall was slanted in an angle, reaching up to the hole's ceiling.

'Almost like a tent,' thought Dive. Quickly, he crawled over to where the puck was lying. "Hey guys," Dive called, "I found the puck!"

"Great!" yelled the two aboveground drakes.

"Now, we'll just pull you back up, ok Dive?" said Wildwing.

"Ok," responded Nosedive.

However, just as Dive picked up the puck, he felt the ground start to give way underneath him.

"Oh no, not agaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he yelled as he found himself falling once more.

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Wildwing and Canard were just getting ready to start pulling Nosedive up, when they suddenly saw the rope unwinding before their eyes.

"What the..." was all either one was able to get out before both were slung forward, still holding on to the rope, and pulled down the hole.

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Poor Nosedive. He had just grabbed the puck and was preparing to get out of the dark and see daylight again, when he started sliding down another hole and was sent on yet another wild ride. Yet, the first one had only been a little bit frightening, and had ended quickly. However, this time, the ride was not only dark and scary, but the hole that Dive had fallen down was slick and icy, and just keep on going and going; it wouldn't end!

Above his own screaming, Dive was sure he could hear Canard and Wing's screams as well.

'Did they fall down this hole too?' he asked himself as he went sliding along.

Suddenly, he felt the hole end and, instead of continuing to sweep through an underground tunnel, Dive was falling through the air! And once more, before he even knew what was happening, Nosedive's body had hit the ground. For a few seconds, there was silence as Dive slowly let the world catch up with him, and he began to regain his bearings. He carefully sat up, feeling each and every one of the new aches in his small body.

Then, just as before, the flashlight came sliding down behind Nosedive. A chill ran up Nosedive's back as he felt the bump on his head begin to throb. He remembered what happened the last time the flashlight came falling after him. But, this time, instead of hitting the duck on the head, it landed harmlessly to his side with a thud. Dive let out a sigh of relief.

Soon, a pair of screams could be heard, getting closer and closer, until Wildwing and Canard came flying out of the icy tunnel, and crashed right on top of one very surprised seven-year-old duck.

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Author's Note: So, how do ya'll like my story so far? I promise I'll try to have the next chapter up as soon as I can. For now, you'll just have to wait! If you haven't already, try reading some of the stories by PapillonStar, Blue Moon Duchess, Price Tyler Briefs, Dolphy, Orenda, Icelightening, Kaeera, and many others. They're really awesome! I hope that you'll enjoy them as much as I did. Take care and I'll be back soon. GOD bless! :)