|The Wondrous Glen|
Abruptly Figan sat upright, cocking his head. He thought he'd heard ominous sounds across the glen. But only the gentle rustle of leaves and the songs of the birds carried over the churning waters.
"What the matter, Figan?" asked Hyde in alarm.
Hyde chortled appreciatively. Again Figan's thoughts strayed back to the humans. Why was he was thinking so much about them now? Still nursing his fears, Figan turned to Hyde. "You know, Hyde, we're fortunate that humans haven't found us. If humans ever come to our glen, we'd better hide. If they see us, they will hunt us down."
The sun's warm rays baked into their fur. They basked contentedly in its radiance. Spontaneously a poem blossomed like popcorn in Figan's head. His usual half-smile broadened. "I've just thought up a new poem, Hyde. Would you like to hear my poem?"
It's fat and it's wide.
It's hot from the oven
And it burns my hide."
"I like the last line!" Hyde responded enthusiastically. "Tell it to me again, Figan."
Suddenly Figan froze, the poem forgotten. His eyes swept up the slope across the creek. Something was there, something moving amidst the trees on the crest of his glen, something that didn't belong. Figan's ears strained and now picked up a faint whisper of voices.
"Is this a new game?" asked Hyde with interest.
Could it be Dr. Spengele and his men?
What fate awaits our little chimps?
Find out in Chapter 5, presented only in The Fable Library!
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Guerrillas in the Glen Copyright 1997, 1998 Gordon Stearns
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