Harris and the Nut-Astrophe - Book 7
Harris and Oscar, with their two new ‘mates’, were taking a shortcut back to the portal.
The Caledonian Forest was usually a peaceful place, full of whispering pines, soft moss and the gentle rustling of red squirrels chomping on acorns.
But today, the forest sounded like a battlefield made entirely of nuts.
Harris skidded to a stop on the forest floor, his wooden shoes letting out a sticky squelch-clack from being bathed in strawberry bubbles from another adventure.
Oscar stumbled beside him, clutching his bagpipes like a lifejacket.
Digger and Kevin dragged behind.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
Harris and Oscar, with their two new ‘mates’, were taking a shortcut back to the portal.
The Caledonian Forest was usually a peaceful place, full of whispering pines, soft moss and the gentle rustling of red squirrels chomping on acorns.
But today, the forest sounded like a battlefield made entirely of nuts.
Harris skidded to a stop on the forest floor, his wooden shoes letting out a sticky squelch-clack from being bathed in strawberry bubbles from another adventure.
Oscar stumbled beside him, clutching his bagpipes like a lifejacket.
Digger and Kevin dragged behind.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.