CHAPTER SIX: THE RETURN OF FALCON
Contrary to what Margalo and the Littles had believed, Falcon was not dead. He had had a lot of his wings chopped off by the plane but not all of them. It had merely been the impact that had knocked him out of the air and into the garbage can. Therefore, as Monty came at him to try and eat him, he used his remaining feathers to take flight. The cat, afraid of the falcon and knowing his fearsome reputation, instinctively backed away. This allowed him to make a clean getaway, taking to the air. While he lacked the feathers to go his full fast speed, he still had enough remaining to put as much distance as he could between himself and that cat. Now he was down a bunch of feathers, down the ring, and, most importantly, for him, down Margalo. While he'd stolen many of the items himself, or as joint effort between himself and the canary, she certainly pulled her weight. Now he would have to work alone. He could trade the items, when necessary, for fancy food and a few nice items, such as a headset, for Margalo snored and it had been keeping him up, and a decent pillow, which he slept upon, he hoarded most of the items.
The events of that day had given him more public exposure than he'd hoped. Too many had seen him, and he liked to be seen by as few people as possible. So he laid low for that day. As he set out the following day, looking for an easy target to plunder, he spotted a blowing newspaper. Pictures of Stuart Little and Margalo were prominent in one article. "What are they doing in here?" he sneered. "Now doubt being hailed as heroes!" However, as he began to read the article, his sneer transformed into a malicious smirk. "Well, well, well, it looks like the Littles didn't trust the little deserter. And, even better, Whiskers is now in trouble with the law too. And there's a $100 dollar reward for their capture as well as a request for any information about them. I think I can help out with that." Falcon cackled as he flew to a payphone and dialed 9-1-1.
"9-1-1, what is your emergency?" came the reply.
"I'm not really calling for an emergency, per any threat to me. I'm just being a good citizen. I saw the article in the paper about that criminal mouse and canary. I don't know much about the mouse, but I have much information to report on the crimes of the canary."
"And who is this speaking?"
"That's on a need-to-know basis, ma'am."
"I understand. Perhaps you're afraid of retaliation. Just give us the information."
And Falcon gladly gave the information to the police, telling them about every theft Margalo had committed, naming the items and where she had taken them from. He knew that, once the police checked reports of stolen items, they would all come back to Margalo as the police would know he was telling the truth (or so they would believe, as he had conveniently left out the part that he had masterminded the whole operation. When he was done, the receptionist said "Thank you sir for your information. It'll be a big help."
"Just doing my civic duty."
After Falcon had finished the call, he cackled to himself "Those two will always be on the run now! And I bet the bounty on them will go up. I wonder how much the police will give me if I bring them in dead". He tore off the photo of Stuart and Margalo and shredded it with his beak. "Well, let the hunt begin!"