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The Wrong Step

Book Two of the

Fantastic Adventures Series

By Rene Cournoyer

Copyright 2018© Rene Cournoyer

Second Edition

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Library of Congress: TXu 1-994-391

ISBN: 978-0997468113

Cover by Rene Cournoyer Copyright © 2018


I dedicate this book to my son Kieran.

Map of Shendale

Sticky’s home is in the middle tree.

Robyn’s home is in the right tree.

Dumbley’s little cave is on the left.

Memory Lane

For those of you who have read, ‘The Fantastic Adventures of Sticky,’ here is a reminder of the excitement Sticky and his friends have encountered. For those of you who didn’t read about these adventures, this is what you missed.

In book one,

  • The Search for Faylin began when they left the humble village of Shendale.

  • They met Chris on their way to Avondale.

  • Robyn healed his bruised knee.

  • They all searched for Spotalot and found him on an island.

  • When they returned in the rowboat they arrived in, it sprung a leak and sank. Dumbley almost drowned trying to play Captain of the rowboat.

  • Spotalot is returned to Chris, and all is good in the world of elves, dwarves, and dogs.

  • The adventurers meet Emerald. She’s lost, and they bring her home to her family.

  • They make it to Willowdale and help the George family fix their fence.

  • Robyn heals their daughter Linda.

  • George offered to let Sticky drive his wagon.

  • Sticky got the horses off to a quick start.

  • They arrived in one piece.

  • Sticky hit Dumbley in the head with a fence post – twice.

I invite you all to expand your imagination and travel with Sticky, Robyn, and Dumbley as they embark on their adventure — enjoy!

Chapter 1

Nap Time

Samantha climbed out of the wagon. “Will you please excuse me? I have to tend to my daughter who isn’t feeling well. She’s been sick for a while and I don’t know what to do.”

“What’s wrong with her?” Robyn inquired.

“I don’t know. She won’t stop sweating and she has a fever.”

“Would you mind if I had a look at her?” Robyn offered. “I use energy to heal with my hands. It’s new in these parts and it’s very effective. You’ll see.”

“Oh, please do. I don’t know what else to do. She’s not getting any better.”

“It would be my honor.”

“The heavens are shining upon us with you being here today,” praised Samantha as she smiled and looked up at the sky.

Dumbley looked up to see what she was looking at and he didn’t see anything. He was confused and scratched his head. “If you say so, I’ll have to take your word on it.”

Robyn jumped out of the wagon and joined Samantha while the others rode off to fix the fence. When they reached the girl’s room, Robyn could see the girl was in bad shape.

“Hello, my name is Robyn and I’m a friend of your moms’. I asked her if I could take a look at you to see what might be troubling you. Is it okay if I try to heal you?”

“Yes,” moaned the girl. Her soft dwarven skin glistened with the sweat of a fever. Her black, shiny hair was matted to the sides of her face.

“What’s your name?” Robyn inquired.

“Linda,” she replied in a raspy tone. “I am Linda George.

“What a beautiful name. How old are you, Linda? Wait! Don’t tell me, you’re at least twenty, or maybe twenty-five.”

“No,” said Linda as she giggled and coughed a little. “I’m ten and a half years old and five days. I’ll be eleven soon.”

“Ah, what a wonderful age,” Robyn said in an admiring tone. “Now, I’ll need you to lie still so I can heal you. I promise this won’t hurt at all.”

Robyn raised her hands as they began to sparkle. She put her hands a few inches over Linda’s tummy. She cleared her mind except for the happy thoughts of Linda feeling better.

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand what ails her,” Samantha admitted. She stood in the bedroom doorway holding a glass of fresh dew water she collected earlier from the beautiful flowers in her garden.

“I don’t need to know what’s wrong, I’ll put the energy into her body and it’ll know where it’s needed the most.”

“I’ve never seen healing like this before. It scares me when there’s no medicine involved. I’m praying for it to work.”

Robyn smiled. “Whoever or whatever you’re praying to, I’m sure they’re smiling down on you. I know this style of healing is new to you. However, I can assure you, Linda will be feeling better soon. Energy healing is great.”

Robyn worked on Linda for a while longer. “Okay, my part of the healing is done for now,” she said as she took her hands away and the sparkles faded out.

“Oh my! I can’t believe this is happening!” Samantha exclaimed. “She’s no longer sweating.” Tears of relief and joy filled her eyes. “I can’t believe it. She’s getting better.” She ran over and gave Robyn a big hug in which she couldn’t get away if she wanted to.

“She still has a fever, so what she needs now is rest. The energy will continue to work, and she’ll feel better by morning. You’ll need to get plenty of water in her. The energy needs water to work better.”

“Thanks so much,” Samantha said as she set down the glass of dew water. “I hope she sleeps through the night.”

She and Robyn went downstairs to relax. “Would you like to join me for a cup of weeping willow bark tea?”

“I would love to. I love tea.”

Meanwhile, the other adventurers went with George to help with the broken fence.

There’re only a few sections which need immediate fixing,” George explained to them. “We also have a bunch of small repairs to tend to afterward. It doesn’t take much force from a scared horse or cow to push through a weakened fence. Let’s split up and we’ll each take three or four sections. We should be able to finish by nightfall.”

Dumbley went to work on his sections. “I like this kind of work,” he thought to himself. He stopped for a second, grabbed a piece of bread and popped a piece in his mouth. “Yup, I like fixing the fence. I need to remember to fill my pockets with more snacks next time. This work makes me hungry.”

When Dumbley finished, he walked along the fence to where Sticky was supposed to be working, and called out, “Hey Sticky, I’m here to help if you haven't finished yet.” He looked around and didn’t see anyone. There were no repairs done to the sections Sticky was supposed to me mending.

“Where did you go, skinny elf?” he yelled out. He walked over a little hill and found him. He was propped up against a fence post and sleeping like a baby elf all snuggled in a cradle.

Dumbley walked up to him, leaned over as he got close to his ear and yelled, “Wake up! Get up now you lost and tired elf!”

Sticky jumped up, startled. “Wha… who… wha… what’s going on?” He looked up and saw Dumbley’s face, his cheeks red with anger.

“I can’t believe you’re sleeping while the rest of us are working!”

“I sat down for a nap. I have to build my strength, so I can work harder.”

“Can’t you do the job you’re supposed to and rest after it’s done?”

“Yes, you can count on me. No more naps for this silly elf. After all, I was born lost, tired and ready to fix a fence.”

“You need to finish your sections while I work over here,” Dumbley demanded as he pointed his thick, stubby finger at Sticky. “No more sleeping until we finish the job.”

“I won’t. I promise I won’t nap until the job’s done, not even a wink. I won’t even sit down. Nope, not me. Consider it done. Yes, sir. It will be the best fen…”

“Enough already!” Dumbley interrupted. “Please do your job. I’ll be back when I finish the sections I’m working on.”

Chapter 2

The Fence

Sticky grabbed a fence railing and swung it over his shoulder. He didn’t realize Dumbley was behind him. He thought he had left to do his sections of fence. The other end of the railing came crashing down on Dumbley’s head.

It knocked him to the ground in a split second. With stars floating around his head, he stood up and brushed the dirt off his pants. He shook his head and body around to get his balance back and to get rid of the dizziness he still felt.

Sticky, knowing he had hit something, spun around to his left to see what he hit. As he turned, the railing on his shoulder swung around and hit Dumbley on the side of his head. There was a loud crack and it sent Dumbley crashing to the ground once again. He had a hard time getting up this time. There were plenty more stars than before and there was a lot more dizziness.

He didn’t get a chance to stand up and collect his senses when Sticky spun around again to his right to see what was happening. This time, Dumbley saw the railing coming for his head. He put his hand up and grabbed the railing. With stars still spinning, he drew in a deep breath and yelled, “Stop! Enough already!” He stood up and brushed himself off. “Can’t you watch what you’re doing? You’re going to kill me! You’ve already hit me twice!”

He grabbed the railing Sticky was still holding and leaned back. This lifted the railing high in the air. Sticky, who was now scared, hung on even tighter. He was afraid to let go. Dumbley raised the railing until it was straight up and down.

With Sticky now above him, he drove the railing into the ground. It now looked like a pencil with a skinny elf on the end of it instead of an eraser.

Afterward, he stepped away and looked up. Sticky was hanging on for dear life. He moved forward again, grabbed the railing and shook it. Sticky was now waving back and forth like a flag in the wind.

“Sorry!” Sticky called down to Dumbley. “I didn’t mean it. I never did this kind of work before. I didn’t know what to look out for, especially things like your head. Can you please stop the shaking?”

Dumbley stopped it and took a few steps back. He watched as Sticky spiraled down the railing and was back on the ground.

“I was going to fling you to the other side of the pasture. However, I realize you didn’t know what you were doing. It’s okay. I should have helped you more when we got here.”

“Thanks for not flinging me,” Sticky sighed with a note of relief. “The landing might have been tough. I wasn’t born to be flung. I was born lost, tired and definitely an un-flung elf.”

“I want you to repeat this with me,” instructed Dumbley. “I promise not to nap.”

When they both repeated his words, Dumbley got Sticky with, “Pokey-poke, you owe me a joke,” and he lightly poked Sticky in the arm. Hah, I got you.”

“I have to admit, you did get me good. Alright, here it is. If you’re running in a race and you pass the person in second place, what place are you in?”

“You picked an easy one. I would be in first place.”

“Ah nope, you would be in second place.”

Dumbley scratched his head a few times and then got it. “I guess you got me back. It’s a nice play on the words.”

Sticky looked around to make sure he wasn’t going to whack Dumbley again with a post and went to work. He thought to himself. “This job is for dwarves, not elves. Dwarves like hard work. I don’t like hard work. The toughest thing I like to do all day is make my bed after taking my nap.”

Sticky found he could get more work done when he’s not always taking nap breaks. He finished the fence sooner than he expected. He thought to himself again, “I’ll follow the fence to see if I can find Dumbley. I hope I can catch him sleeping. It would make my day and it will let me take another nap.”

It didn’t take long to find Dumbley, and when he did, he couldn’t believe his eyes. Dumbley had finished all his repairs, plus six more sections.

“Dumbley, I can’t believe it, you were born to fix fences. I’ve never seen such quick work and done so well. Good job.”

“Thank you,” said Dumbley as he humbly bowed to the compliment he received.

“I now understand how you can eat three bowls at a time. You’re a hardworking dwarf. I was hoping to catch you napping, and you never did. It’s not fair I tell you. If you nap, then I can.”

They finished the job much sooner than they expected, thanks to Dumbley’s speedy work.

“Sticky, you’ve proven you don’t need to nap every five minutes. You’ve also proven hard work won’t kill you.”

“Yes, I guess you’re right. It’s a good feeling of accomplishment. However, don’t tell anyone else I went this long without taking a nap, it would ruin my reputation. I still like taking my naps.”

“They say miracles happen every day. For you to finish the rest of your work without a nap is truly a miracle.”

Why thank you, my friend.”

“You finished your sections, didn’t you? Do I need to go back and check?”

“No, you don’t, Dumbley. I finished all of my work.”

George pulled up with the wagon. “You guys have done an excellent job. I can’t thank you enough. This would have taken me weeks to do and I would have lost many of my horses and cows. Thanks to you, I haven’t lost a single one.” He scooted over. “Come on and climb aboard. We’ll head back to the house and get some of the good food I know they’re cooking for us.”

Dumbley’s ears perked up and twitched a bit. “Food? Did I hear you say food? My most favorite thing to do is eating food.”

“If you love food, then you’ll love Samantha’s cooking,” George said with a grin. “She loves to cook large meals for hard workers like us.”

“You’re making my mouth water. I can’t wait to get my hands on some food. I brought some bread with me. It didn’t come close to filling up my grumbly tummy.”

George smiled. “Patience, my friend, there’ll be plenty of food for your grumbly tummy. You’ll be full before you know it.”

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