King’s Scepter Option B: Investigate
Welcome back for the second post in the adventure! So far readers have chosen to investigate the ransacked cabin they found after damaging their car on a four-wheel drive road.
Let’s see if someone’s inside the cabin=)
King’s Scepter Option B: Investigate
The possibility someone might be hurt convinces you to go inside.
Pushing the door open a little farther, you give the place a good look before stepping in. The couches spill their insides all over the floor from where someone took a knife to them. Pieces of ceramic litter the floor in brightly colored fractures. Whoever trashed the place wasn’t concerned with making a mess.
Thankfully, as you move through the bedroom, laundry, and then the back mudroom, there’s no one present, hurt or otherwise.
There is, however, a trail of paper towels and toilet paper leading out the open back door.
You push it open enough for a thorough look around. There’s a small pond with benches on either side and a path around it. That same path splits off into the forest on the other side. It appears to head up to the ridge you were hoping to reach in the first place.
Bits of paper product litter that trail like breadcrumbs.
You step out of the cabin to follow it a ways while keeping a very cautious eye around for movement.
Nothing moves all the way until you reach the trees. You’re about to turn back when there’s movement. You spin to look and a marmot runs into your ankles.
“Owe!” you cry just as the creature squeals “owe!”
Photo courtesy of Art Rousseau with Hope for Haiti.
You stare at each other and then the marmot starts backing up very slowly muttering, “you didn’t see me. You didn’t see me.”
“I definitely see you,” you say.
The marmot slumps with a “man, I’m dead. They’re gonna kill me.”
“Who?”
He eyes you and then asks, “you couldn’t pretend you never saw me?”
“Not a chance. Did you ransack the cabin?”
“Someone ransacked the cabin? Oh, this is bad!”
“Why?” you want some sort of answer but it seems like you’re just getting more questions.
“It’s the King’s cabin. I’m supposed to keep it clean while he’s away. Oh man—“ he trails off as he starts picking up paper products from the trail.
“Who would ransack the King’s cabin?” you ask, wondering if you’ve gone insane.
The marmot stops. “This is a job for the pika. Come, he’ll be able to sort this out.”
He takes off still clutching toilet paper in his paws.
“The pika?” you ask.
“He’s a detective,” the marmot announces, then he stops. “Or maybe I should get the Law Keeper first.” Indecision screws his face into a grimace.
“Who’s the Law Keeper? A chipmunk?”
The marmot laughs, then squeaks, “mountain lion.”
“Really?”
“It’s always awkward dealing with him. Always wonder if he’s gonna eat me.”
“It’s not against the law?”
“It is. He just always looks hungry.”
You decide you just can’t walk away from this. You are, after all, speaking to a small rodent who’s holding an armful of paper towels and toilet paper.
Do you recommend…
Bb. Detective Pika?
Or
Bc. Law Keeper Lion?
Blessings,
Jennifer
