CHAPTER ONE

It was a fresh October morning when Bobby Ferret woke from his slumber.

"Oh my head." said the lanky rodent as he rubbed his glassy eyes with his pointy toes.

"It's about time you woke up."

Bobby, realising he was in a nest, peeked over the edge. His head spun at the sight of grazing mountain goats far beneath him. They looked like ants.

"Holy Cow! What am I doing up here?! You know how I feel about heights!"

Todd Eagle stretched out his wings, as was his morning custom, and looked at Bobby disapprovingly.

"You are so insensitive. I saved your life."

"What do you mean you saved my life?"

Todd scratched his beak with his mighty claw and said patiently, "After we proved it wasn't a pack of wolves that devoured those babies, you disappeared without a trace. It was hours before I found you."

"Uhhh…" murmured Bobby, unable to remember.

"I searched high and low," continued Todd, " and finally I found you at the bottom of Granny Thomson's whiskey barrel. Should've looked there first."

"Ha!" laughed Bobby," Can't blame a man for wantin' to celebrate! What's for breakfast?"

"Carrot or Boston Cream? I'm having rat."

"Rat? That guy could be my cousin you know." Todd checked the rodent's face and stared back at Bobby.

"Gimmee the stupid donut!" Bobby demanded.

"Always with the junk food," said Todd, slurping tail like spaghetti.

"What are you my mother?" snapped Bobby.

"You'd better mind your manners, I'm still hungry."

"Yeah, well you and what—"

A woman's scream pierced the air: "Help! Help! Fire! Fire!"

"Let's go!" shouted Todd as he swooped up toward the nest with one beat of his mighty wings. Bobby placed a small stick between Todd's claws and swung himself over it. Another beat of the wings had them soaring away.
A Boston Cream fell from the sky.

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