Jack and the Wild Life by Lisa Doan

Author:Lisa Doan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lerner Publishing Group

The animal jerked its head away from the light, showing off its short, rounded ears. It raised its head and sent bloodcurdling laughter into the night.

Distant hyenas answered the call. Jack couldn’t see them, but their laughs traveled back and forth like echoes in a canyon.

The calls grew closer. The hyena under Jack’s tree turned. A larger hyena and two others met it near the stand of brush. They sniffed each other.

The largest hyena edged toward the tree and nosed the ground around the trunk. Another hyena pawed at the shredded cardboard box. A third pulled at the leash dangling from the tree limb.

The largest hyena stood on its hind legs, stretching its front legs up the trunk.

Jack didn’t have hyena repellent, but bear repellent might work just as well. He grabbed the container out of his pack, pulled the extra sleeping bag over his head, and clicked on his flashlight to read the directions.

Bear-Bag: The number-one-selling synthetic bear urine, guaranteed to mimic the smell of real bears. Apply small drops of Bear-Bag to foliage and bring in the bears! Whether you hunt with a rifle or crossbow, Bear-Bag will be a staple on any trip.

Bring in the bears? It was supposed to repel them! He clicked off the flashlight. Apparently his parents had not read the fine print.

Jack twisted the top off while the largest hyena pawed at the acacia trunk. He leaned over as far as he dared and tipped the bottle. Nothing came out. He tipped it further and shook the container. Liquid poured out of the bottle all at once. It sprayed the hyena’s face.

The hyena shook itself, then mashed its nose into the earth. The others sniffed the air and slowly backed away.

The lead hyena growled and shook its head back and forth, as if it were trying to cast off the scent. It bolted into the darkness. The rest of the pack chased after it.

Jack crouched on the limb, listening. Each time he heard a branch snap or leaves rustle, he clicked on his flashlight.

After a few hours, Jack’s eyes felt heavy. He caught himself almost tumbling out of the tree.

He unhooked the dog leash, secured it to a branch near his bed, and clipped it onto one of his khakis’ belt loops. If the duct tape holding up the sleeping bag gave way, he’d wake up dangling from the leash instead of getting mauled on the ground. Jack curled up in a ball and prayed for daylight.

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