Amazing Kids! Magazine

Woody’s Adventure

By Jack Llewellyn, age 10

He was awoken by the vigorous shaking.

“Ana, she’s trapped; they say she will be deported in an hour, if that’s how they say things in human speak,” panted Ian, in his country accent.

Woody, the woodchuck, slowly sauntered out of his hay woven bed. It was knit with perfection since it was made from the hay stolen from the wicked farmer John. His slick shinning gray fur had shimmered with the reflection of the great ball of fire (which humans called the sun).

In the distance a call for help had caught his attention. He glanced in the direction of the S.O.S call. His sight might not be his finest sense, but his sense of smell was as accurate as a blood hound. The sound led him to Ana. Haggardly, he jiggled the handle of the cage. Her blithe look turned to a wretched look after Woody had failed his attempt to free her.

There was one last hope, and that was Lenny, the coyote, whose fee for the job would be repulsive. In this case, his job would be to bite through the metal cage with his teeth. His teeth were razor-sharp in his mouth, lined up in rows. He had lived across the street, on the ominous side of the forest.

Woody and his valiant son set off on a perilous journey to find the coyote. They crept through the gloomy forest. The maple tree branches squeaked like the chitter-chatter of mice. The wind briskly hit Woody’s fur, as he felt a ridged nail tap his shoulder. He may be old, but he was agile; in a fifth of a second, he had Lenny’s neck in his grasp. When he saw it was Lenny, he let out a great sigh of relief. His clenched fist was loosened and Lenny was no longer dancing for air.

They had thought the negotiation would be rough, but with Woody’s hand around Lenny’s neck, steady but loosened, they agreed a price of three pieces of corn and two strawberries (cheap, if you ask me). They were back at the farm in minutes, still with Lenny’s neck in Woody’s hand. Woody had released his grasp and put Lenny to the job. Lenny was sawing at the cage like it was ham and eggs! His teeth had finally done the job. With that, Ana galloped out of the cage. She was as gregarious as can be, with a smile as large as Russia plastered on her face.

Lenny was halfway across the field when Woody had noticed that Lenny had gone.

“Lenny you forgot your pay,” he chuckled, surprised that Lenny had neglected to take his reward.

“I’m fine,” he retorted with a grin. “You should begin storing up for the long winter ahead.”

Woody watched Lenny slowly fade into the foggy forest. This would be a moment Woody would replay in his mind for the whole winter.