Frankie Partington was an explorer. The woods were his world. He saw monsters everywhere. They were his friends. Nobody ever believed his stories.
“Trees don’t talk Frankie”
One summer’s evening his supper lay cooling on the table. His mother knew where he would be.
“Frankie! Dinner!” she cried in the direction of the woods.
Nothing. Half an hour went by. Still nothing. Frankie loved the woods but he also loved his food. This was unusual. Quickly his mother began to panic. His father and their three huskies were dispatched into the trees.
“Frankie! Frankie!” shouted his father. With the light fading he cursed himself for not bringing a torch. That’s when Frankie appeared. Calm. Smiling.
Reunited they headed for home. “Trixie, Lady, Bonnie, come!” Two dogs rushed from between the trees. In the middle distance a pair of eyes watched as the group left. The hushed cries of Bonnie went unnoticed.