Bunnicula 02 - Howliday Inn by James Howe Deborah Howe

Author:James Howe, Deborah Howe [Howe, James Howe, Deborah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-04-02T07:00:56+00:00

“I can’t hear you, Harold. Now be quiet. I think I can make out what they’re saying in there. Lower me a little more.”

I pushed myself forward an inch or two in order to lower Chester. With the rain coming down the way it was, the roof was getting pretty slippery and I didn’t dare go much further.

“How’s that?” I called out.

Chester couldn’t hear me, so he didn’t answer. Apparently it had worked though because I could see that his ears were standing up sharply, a good sign that he was able to hear something. Whatever he was hearing must have been good because his tail started twitching like crazy. Unfortunately, it was twitching like crazy all over my nose.

“Stop it!” I cried, as the tears started rolling down my face. Boy, did that tickle. “Chester! Chester!” I called out. But by now the rain was really coming down, and he couldn’t hear a word I said. No matter which way I turned my head, Chester’s tail found my nose. “Chester, you’re making me laugh,” I cried out desperately. I could feel myself starting to slip off the roof.

Finally, I couldn’t stand it any longer. Without realizing what I was doing, I let go of Chester’s legs and grabbed his tail. He plunged downward, pulling me with him. Off the slippery roof I tumbled, holding Chester tightly by the tail. Together we landed in a jumble right in front of the door to the bungalow. Max and Georgette turned to discover us lying in a puddle at their doorstep.

“Look, Max,” Georgette said, “it’s rainin’ cats and dogs.” She seemed to get quite a chuckle out of that, but Max hushed her immediately.

“Georgette, how can you laugh at a time like this?”

“But, sugar—”

“Enough now,” he said emphatically. “Be still.”

Chester glanced at me knowingly.

“So,” Max said, turning to us, “to what do we owe the pleasure of your—shall we say, unexpected—company?

“We were just in the neighborhood, so we thought we’d drop in,” Chester replied smartly. I was impressed by the quickness of his wit. I tried to think of a quick comeback, too, but it takes me a while to think of quick comebacks. By the time I was ready, Chester had already strolled into the bungalow, casually shaking out the rain from his hair as he went. I followed his lead, but when I shook the rain out of my hair, there was nothing casual about it.

“Harold, sugar,” Georgette cried, “you’re makin’ it rain indoors.”

“Oh, sorry,” I said, sheepishly.

“Well, it was nice of you to stop by, anyway,” she said then. “I guess.” She looked with uncertainty at Max, who glowered at Chester and said nothing.

After an awkward silence, Chester spoke. “We were sorry to hear about Louise. If there’s anything we can do …”

“Aw, shucks,” Max said, his face softening. “That’s really big of you.”

“I mean, if we can help you out in any way,” Chester added with emphasis. He looked meaningfully at Max. Max averted his eyes and pawed at the ground.

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