Millie and Honey
Millie and Honey are on another adventure, this time to the beautiful Blue Angel Plant.
Millie and Honey begin with a nightmare and rush to unravel the mystery that surrounds the dream they share,only to find that sometimes the real thing is more bizarre than the dream.
Hold on to your seats as this knuckle biting adventure twists and turns, with lots of unexpected outcomes.
More questions are asked than get answered in this volume. Maybe it will all come together in the next.
The pounding in their feet told them that the water fell a long way before battering against the rocks far below. They stopped, mesmerized by the scene before them.
A young girl about 6 or 7 years old with long golden blonde hair was clinging desperately to the wheelchair she was in, with one hand as it hung perilously balanced on the edge of the cliff. The ground below her chair had shifted and she dangled over the edge at a dangerous angle. Her legs dangled almost into the water as she tried frantically to stay in the wheelchair.
Her other hand clung to a long branch that was held by a young man who laid on the ground, to keep from sliding, while gripping the other end of the branch in both hands. A young woman sat down and held one of his legs, while two girls about Millie’s age pulled on his other leg, to keep him from sliding over the edge.
It was obvious to everyone in that split second as they stood there motionless, what had happened. Brodie had rolled her wheelchair close to the rim of the waterfall to look over into the valley below. The ground below her chair was soft from the water spray and the earth underneath that area of grass had been worn away from years of water slapping against it.
When she maneuvered her wheelchair near the brink of the waterfall, the ground gave way. It sank slowly toward the brink of the great falls. He father just had enough time to grab a nearby branch and hold it close enough for her to take hold with one hand.
His feet slipping on the muddy grass, he laid down to keep from being pulled onto the sagging clump of earth that was slowly slipping down over the edge, where it would soon plummet to the valley far below.
Despite his best efforts to pull his daughter to safety, gravity and the weight of Brodie and the wheelchair were pulling them both over slowly. As he slid across the ground, Brodie’s mother and her two sisters grabbed her father’s legs in an effort to hold them and stop their slow slide toward the endless drop.
“DADDY!” the girl screamed in terror.
“Hold tight, Brodie,” he yelled back. “It will be okay.” But everyone could tell that they had held onto the branch for a long time and he and Brodie were both showing signs of exhaustion.
The ground around everyone looked wet and there were signs that they had all slipped several feet toward the lip of the sheer drop, where Brodie dangled over the edge of the abyss.
Suddenly, a blur of yellow fur bound past the group, who stood staring, hypnotized at the boarder of the forest. Running at top speed, he leapt over Brodie’s mother, father and two sisters and grabbed the branch, just past her father’s hands, and pulled.
Nothing seemed to happen. Archie tugged again. Nothing. Again and again, he yanked at the branch with all his strength, throwing his weight into each pull. He jerked harder and faster with each attack, as he dug in his paws.
Finally, the wheelchair moved. It righted itself and began, ever so slightly, to crawl slowly back to the solid ground. Everyone pulled with renewed strength. Millie, Honey, and the two Blue Angels rushed forward, coming out of the astonishment that froze them when they first stepped out of the woods and saw the situation before them.
They grabbed onto the father’s legs, while standing on firm ground and pulled hard, raising him off the ground. His grip on the branch held fast and together, they pulled the wheelchair and Brodie closer to safety.
The chair’s wheels rocked on the rim of the crack, where the large tuft of land broke free. Everyone tugged in unison. Each tug brought the wheels nearer to safe ground, but as they leaned forward for another jerk, the chair rolled that fraction of an inch back over on to the slipping earth that seemed to be closer to breaking loose and freefalling into the depths below.
“One more pull!” Millie screamed in her head and out loud. “One more hard pull and she will be safe!”
Everyone reached forward, slowly letting Brodie’s father lower towards the ground. Everyone gripped with all their strength and tensed for a tremendous tug, when the earth below the wheelchair shifted, tilting sharply toward the valley floor.
Interrupting the rhythm of the coordinated pull, the team hesitated for just a few milliseconds allowing the chair’s wheels to roll forward a half inch, as the ground began sliding, before the branch tensed.
Instinctively, they all yanked backward as one, but it was in vain. When the branch went tight as the wheelchair slid forward, the branch had snapped and everyone fell to the ground.
Brodie’s father fell two feet onto the mushy ground still clutching the branch which ended in a jagged edge, a foot from the other end that Brodie held.
Millie, Honey and the two Blue Angels fell into a sitting position, when the branch severed, inches from Brodie’s hand, and every eye watched helplessly as Brodie and the chair rolled rapidly to the brink of the quickly sliding piece of ground that was nearly to the point of breaking free and falling, holding now by only a few tufts of grass.