increasingly turned to Ruby. He knew the champion swords-rat was better equipped than any of them to defend herself, yet skill and experience were little protection against a pack of savage dogs.
As he blundered into yet another dead end, his mind swept back over the two short months they had known each other. Side-by-side, they had faced more challenges than most friends saw in a lifetime, conquering everything life threw at them. Not even jealous sisters, exploding cliff tops and an army of soldier crabs could tear them apart.
But right now there was a sprawling forest between them, and Whisker felt powerless to help her.
The soft gurgle of running water grew louder and Whisker realised in dismay that their wayward path had taken them in the opposite direction to the entrance gates.
From his flight into the school grounds earlier that morning, he knew that Oakbridge Primary had been built in a bend of the Hawk River. The river formed the boundary on the western and southern sides of the school, with the entrance gates lying to the east and the juniper wood covering the entire northern perimeter.
After berating himself for not taking a compass bearing earlier, Whisker decided that the swiftest way to reach Ruby was to head for the river and escape the dense undergrowth. Once they were in the open, they could fly east over the school oval and make their way past the classrooms to the entrance gates.
Making up for lost time, the three companions quickened their pace and followed the sounds of the river. It wasn’t long before the trees began to thin and the lush, green grass of the school oval came into view through the gaps in the undergrowth.
A high wooden fence stood at the western edge of the oval. Beyond it, the land dropped away sharply to reveal a rocky cliff face leading to the icy waters of the Hawk River.
As Whisker stepped onto the open field, the steady babble of the river was drowned out by the loud bark of angry dogs.
Horace drew his sword.
‘I’ve either got super hearing or those mangy mutts are much closer than the entrance gates!’ he exclaimed.
Whisker pulled out his spyglass and extended it towards the far end of the oval. A large pack of dogs was bounding past the open door of the sports shed, howling and barking as they ran. They hadn’t spotted Whisker and his companions, but they were clearly in pursuit of something – or someone.
Whisker swept the spyglass in an arc over the oval until he spotted a small figure dressed in red. Ruby was running for her life, her spiked hiking boots tearing up the turf, her cherry-red winter coat flowing behind her.
‘She’ll break a record for the hundred metre sprint at the pace she’s going!’ Horace called out, squinting into the distance.
‘Not against a greyhound,’ Whisker said in dismay, leaping onto Chatterbeak’s back. ‘Come on! The dogs are gaining on her!’
As Horace threw himself up behind Whisker, there was a sudden howl from the trees behind them.
‘FLY!’ Whisker yelled, tugging at Chatterbeak’s feathers. ‘NOW!’
Chatterbeak didn’t need any more encouragement. He flapped his powerful wings and rose into the air as a huge Rhodesian ridgeback came bounding out of the undergrowth. Snarling and frothing at the mouth, it made a desperate leap for Chatterbeak’s tail feathers but the parrot wheeled to the right just in time, leaving the dog snapping at thin air. With two more flaps of his wings, the rats were high above the barking dog and heading towards their escaping companion.
In the centre of the field, Ruby was struggling to shake off her pursuers. Several greyhounds and a whippet had broken away from the other dogs and were rapidly closing the gap, their lean bodies slicing through the grass like knives.
‘We need to buy her some time,’ Whisker hissed to Chatterbeak as they neared two dachshunds at the back of the pack. ‘Can you do anything?’
‘They don’t call me Chatterbeak for nothing,’ the parrot chirped, diving towards the dogs. ‘Cover your ears - the dragon’s about to roar!’
The loud-mouthed macaw let out an ear-splitting SKWRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!
It was the most horrible sound Whisker had ever heard. High-pitched and piercing, it rang out across the oval like a hundred dying hyenas. Instantly, half of the dogs dropped to the ground, clutching their ears and yelping in hysterics. Those who managed to stay on their feet abandoned their chase and spun around to face the terrifying beast. Their fear evaporated in an instant when they saw the colourful parrot gliding overhead.
‘Pull yourselves together, you cowardly corgis,’ barked a greyhound at the front of the pack. ‘Back on your feet and after that rat!’
When the confused dogs had finally resumed their hunt, Ruby was already bounding through the long grass at the edge of the oval.
The fence loomed in front of her, tall and solid. Directly behind her, the throng of angry dogs were howling for her blood. With only thin gaps between the wooden palings, Ruby was forced to climb. One paw at a time, she began her ascent, her claws digging into the soft wood as she pulled herself higher.
Swiftly reaching the top of the fence, she threw her legs over the capping rail, preparing to drop to the other side.
Something held her back.
Watching closely from the sky, Whisker saw a wooden longbow strung over Ruby’s shoulder. The end of the bow was hooked on a nail and she was struggling to wrench herself free.
For one horrifying moment she hung suspended in mid-air with two savage greyhounds snapping at her heels. Then the bow jerked free and Ruby was plummeting downwards, landing in a sprawling heap on the rocky ground below. Clutching at her left ankle, she picked herself up and hobbled away.
Seconds later, the first greyhound hurdled the fence in a single leap, quickly followed by the second. The two dogs raised their heads and sniffed the air. Catching Ruby’s scent, they set off towards the edge of the cliff.
Still in pursuit, Chatterbeak beat his wings like a hummingbird, trying to reach Ruby before the dogs.
Whisker and Horace hung on for dear life. They could see from the sky what Ruby couldn’t from the ground. A massive rock lay at the base of the cliff, jutting out into the Hawk River. The rock was so wide, Whisker doubted a champion springbok could leap clear of it, let alone a rat. If Ruby expected a soft landing, she was in for a bone-crunching surprise.
He tried to warn her but his cries were drowned out by the barks of the dogs. Oblivious to the danger she faced, Ruby scrambled forward, limping painfully over the rocks but refusing to stop.
The two greyhounds closed in for the kill, their cold eyes fixed on their wounded prey. Chatterbeak drew level with them, squawking incessantly.
Baring their teeth, the dogs prepared to pounce.
With nowhere left to run, Ruby hurled herself forward and plummeted headfirst over
