Read More: Windrusher
“I literally couldn’t put it down–it is so beautifully written. What a wonderful read, I can’t wait for Windrusher’s next adventure.”
– Betty White, Actress and animal welfare advocate
“Touching, mystical, completely engrossing. Put this on your bookshelf next to Call of the Wild and Black Beauty. Windrusher’s great adventure belongs with the animal classics.”
— Linda Stewart, Author of the Sam the Cat Mystery series
Stuffed into a cage. Again.
How could he be so foolish? He pushed against the door hoping that this time it wouldn’t be locked, that it would give way under his weight and swing open. He would scramble out and disappear before they knew he was gone.
Nothing. It was wedged tight, wouldn’t move.
Barely enough room to turn around. Take a step or two, then turn back. Air was streaming through the holes in the box, but his throat felt like it was being squeezed; he couldn’t breathe. His eyes grew wide with panic, and an image came to him of the walls of the box pressing in, crushing him. How long until they would mash the life out of him?
He had to get out of here. Had to get out now. The cage moved; he felt its gentle swaying, then the fragrance of a recently mown lawn told him he was outside. Patches of light splashed into the box, and he heard distinctive outdoor sounds: a bird whistling to its mate, a ball bouncing against a wall, distant sounds of discordant mechanical noises.
Vehicles! No, they wouldn’t do it to him again. Would they? Unconsciously, he began a low, plaintive whining and turned from one side of the box to the other, feeling it rock with each movement. Then the slamming of a heavy door and he was down once again.
He jumped at the sound of the door, scratched impotently against the sides of the cage; his whining growing louder, more pathetic. Chest heaving, he felt a pulse twitch in his neck and knew he was losing control. Breathe deeply, he commanded his quaking body. Stop this pitiful whimpering, he told himself, nothing bad had happened yet, had it?
Maybe this time would be different. Maybe the noise and terror wouldn’t come, and they would let him out before it began. Remember this has happened before, and you survived. It won’t be long before they release you, and everything will be as it was. Even while his eyes darted wildly around the cage, searching for an escape route he may have missed, he focused on finding an inner peace, and forced himself to relax.
Peering through the slots in the side of the cage, he saw the snouter, its head hanging from the open window, and the young male sitting next to him. Then the calm, soothing voice of his female was speaking to him from directly above, saying those nonsensical words over and over. Although he didn’t understand them, he instinctively felt better. She was here, and she wouldn’t let anything bad happen to him.