thoughts on shells, scales, feathersâa cricketâs wingâbut it whispered no answers.
âTchoor!â Walter Water Snake suddenly had an idea. âIâll get them out. The thing Iâve hated all my life is how much the human beings hated me! And all us snakes. But now it pays off!â Walt raised up and glowered down onto his friends. âYouâre lookinâ at a deadly serpent! Har! har! Iâll scare the guards, and Dubber and Mr. Budd will go free. Simpleâ?â
âOh, simple!â said Chester. âBut how are you going to get to those jails?â
âIâll creep, Iâll crawl, Iâll slitherâif necessary, Iâll even writhe! But I hate that word. And Iâll get directions first. John Robinâwhere is the pound? Iâll rescue Dubber before Mr. Budd. They take less time to dispose of dogs than men. Johnâwhere?â
âNo problem,â said John. âYou go six blocks on Mountain Road, take a left at Fisk, and then two blocks, hook a right at Hedley Avenue, but only one block, left at Santell, three blocks, then half a block on Salter Streetâand there you are!â
âYou see?â Walter splashed some water at Chester. âNot a thing in the world could be more simple!â
âOh, nothing,â the cricket agreed heartily. âBut Waltâlet me ask you thisâhave you ever been out of this meadow before?â
âI crossed Mountain Road once. The grass in front of the Andersonsâ house looked so nice for basking.â
âOh, thatâs a real long journey, all right!â
âAnd Iâm good at north and southâstuff like that,â Walter Water Snake insisted. âIâve made up my mind! Here I goââ
A silence held everyone still. It was full of both wonder and fear: Walter Water Snake was venturing outâway outside the meadow. The round wind had spun itself out into nothing by now. All the animals watched as Walt flicked his tail to wave goodbyeânot a care in the worldâand slithered off.
âThatâs the wrong way, Walt!â John Robin chirped. âMountain Road is over there.â
âOh.â Walter lifted his head and swung it around like a broken compass. âDonât worry, you guysâI have an infallible sense of direction.â
âTchoorâwe all can see,â muttered Chester despondently, as Walter began once more the most important writhe of his life. âJohnâfollow him! And fly above him. Try to chirp him the right way.â
âOkay.â
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
The afternoon wore on. Then twilight wore on. Then evening wore on. And everyone tried not to show by a word or a cough or a quick look off toward Mountain Road that this day was becoming difficult. But when dark night took hold of the world, everybody gave up pretending and settled down to be downright scaredâand in public at that. The night was very cloudy too, and the moon, almost full, was just a pale eye in the sky.
âWhere are they?â The cricket, at last, couldnât stand it. âItâs been hours and hours!â
âThe pound is a long way off,â Simon Turtle tried to remind him.
âIâve done my darndest! Iâve done my best!â Without anyone noticing himâa robin can be so subtle, and especially in the darkâJohn had settled on Chesterâs log. âAnd I lost him.â
âJohnââ
âI got him to Fiskâbut then it got darkâand Walter blends in with the darkâand also, the humans were going homeâhorns honkingâthe horrible sounds humans make when dayâs overâtheir radios blaring! He couldnât hear my chirp any more!â
âJohnâstop now,â said Chester. âNobody blames you.â
âI do,â said John Robin, and choked. âIâve been looking and lookingâunder every
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