Rise of the Raccoon Queen, Part 12
Ahead, the way we had been going, was still rolling hills and high grass all the way to the horizon. But at right angles was a level place, running cattywampus-by-north. “Think that’s the way?” I asked.
Tessie frowned and jumped off the cart, and walked a short distance along the path. She came trotting back. “The Regalia didn’t try to stop me,” the raccoon said, “so this has to be the road.” She took up the reins and turned the ants. “So, Route Sixty and Six it is. We’ll need to stop for the night, though, to rest the ants. And us.”
I nodded as we headed up the road, toward the final strip of sunset.
Tessie frowned and jumped off the cart, and walked a short distance along the path. She came trotting back. “The Regalia didn’t try to stop me,” the raccoon said, “so this has to be the road.” She took up the reins and turned the ants. “So, Route Sixty and Six it is. We’ll need to stop for the night, though, to rest the ants. And us.”
I nodded as we headed up the road, toward the final strip of sunset.
Story by Walt46 and M. Mitchell Marmel. All rights lefted.
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