It was late. Everyone was gone and Aunt Maddy and Suzie were sound asleep. The house was quiet. But Mac couldn’t sleep. He got the picture of his dad out and talked to it.
“I really screwed up this time, Dad.” William was crouched under Mac’s window. He was on his way to bed until he noticed that Mac’s lights were on again so he snuck over.
“I said I could ride a bike, jump over barrels…now what am I going to do? I’m going to make a fool of myself, Dad. And fire! It’s too dangerous, too stupid, but, what am I going to do?
Why aren’t you here? I need your help. Soon!”
William sighed. He went back to his house and got on his CB radio.
“Silver Hoof to Winged Wonder, come in, Winged Wonder.”
The radio crackled and sputtered but finally Major Dragoon came on.
“Yes, we are making good speed.”
“How did you get the boat, by the way?”
“It seemed the captain sort of lost his balance and fell in. Of course we made sure he was rescued before we made our way.”
William giggled. “How far out are you?”
“My navigator tells me six hours we will make landfall. Of course we will need time to find him.”
“Take care, old friend.”
“Not to worry. We are having a wonderful time,” there was rumba music blaring in the background. “We will take care of the boy’s father. Don’t be concerned.”
Then William made one more critical call…to his cousin, leading a troop of mountain goats to Patagonia.
“Tobias? Do you read?”
“Loud and clear, we are making good time, the weather is fairly good, we will connect with your winged friends very shortly!”