"What was that?" Ian said,
sitting up straight. The midnight sky was black. There were few stars and
only a sliver of a moon. Clouds floated lazily across the dark sky.
"There it is again. Mac,
wake up. Wake up!" Ian said, shaking the other raccoon.
"What is it this time?" Mac
"Thereís a ghost out
there," Ian said, fear in his voice.
"A ghost? Donít be silly.
There is no such thing as a ghost! Go back to sleep and be quiet!" Mac
replied. He rolled onto his side and closed his eyes. Soon he was back to
Ian, however, lay awake. He
saw shadows moving through the trees. A slight breeze was blowing the
branches, tree trunks were creaking and leaves were rustling.
"Yikes! There it is again,"
Ian whispered. He sat up and looked around. He looked down through the
trees. He couldnít see any ghost. He looked behind him. There was no ghost
there either. "It must just be the wind or something," he sighed and lay
back down. He closed his eyes and tried to think of something happy.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! The noise was getting closer.
"Yikes! It is a ghost and
itís coming to get us! Mac, Mac, wake up! The ghost is coming! The ghost
is coming! Iím scared," he cried and buried his head under his arm.
"Ian, there is no ghost!"
"Oh yeah? Then what was
that?" Ian shivered.
Mac sat up and looked
around. He felt goose bumps flowing up his arms and legs.
"Itís going to get us, Mac.
What will we do?" Ian cried.
Mac, being the most
sensible of the two, decided to go and see what the noise was. "Stay here.
Iím going to go and find the ghost," Mac warned.
"Donít leave me here alone.
Ghosts can fly," Ian whimpered.
"Stop being a fraidy cat.
Iíll be back in a bit," Mac said. He climbed down the tree and slowly
walked through the woods.
He turned and looked to
where the noise was coming from. Thatís when he saw it. "Yikes!" he
whispered. "It is a ghost! But it doesnít look too scary to me. In fact,
it looks like itís crying." Mac ran cautiously toward the ghost.
The ghost saw Mac
approaching and looked up. "Arenít you scared of me?" he asked.
"Should I be?" Mac
"Are you crying?" Mac
"Yes," he sniffled.
"Why? What happened? Why
would a ghost cry?" Mac questioned.
"Iím lost. This is my first
time out of the castle and I came too far. Now I canít find my way back,"
"Whatís your name?" Mac
"Ruari. I live at the
castle on the other side of the glen. Will you help me find my way back? I
have to be back inside before the sun rises," Ruari explained.
"Iíll help you. First, lets
go and get Ian. Heíll be worrying his head off," Mac said.
"Whoís Ian?" the ghost wondered.
"My friend. Come on," Mac
The ghost floated through
the air, following Mac back to the tree. "Ian. Ian. Come down here," Mac
Ian climbed down the tree.
When he saw the ghost, he screamed, "YIKES! Itís the ghost!" He climbed
back up the tree as fast as he could.
"Ian, come down here. Itís
a nice ghost. He wonít hurt you," Mac said.
"Are you sure?" Ian asked.
"Yes, now hurry."
Ian climbed back down and
stood in front of Mac and the ghost.
"His name is Ruari. Heís
lost and needs to find his way back to the castle on the other side of the
glen before sunrise. Weíre going to help him," Mac said.
"Oh. Hi Ruari," Ian said,
relaxing a bit.
Ian jumped. "Stop that!"
"I canít help it. Iím
scared. I want to go home," Ruari whined.
"Youíre not a very scary
ghost, are you?" Ian said, suddenly feeling very brave. "Letís get him
They made their way through
the woods and came to a clearing. There were hills all around. "This is
the glen," Mac said to Ruari. "Your castle is on one of those hills over
"Which one? There are a lot
"I suppose weíd better take
him across the glen," Ian sighed.
"Please," said Ruari.
They walked towards the
hills. Ian looked around. "The glenís quite lovely at night, isnít it,
Mac looked towards the
stream. "It is sort of pretty. If the moon was out and the clouds were
gone, it would be nicer." After a few more minutes, he said, "Ah, there
are the hills now."
They walked to the top of
one. "I see your castle," Ian pointed. "Itís way over there. Itís got
turrets and towers and is made of gray stone. Do you see it, Ruari?"
The ghost floated into the
air a little higher. "I do. Itís my castle. Oh, how can I ever thank you?"
he asked the two raccoons.
"Go on home. The sunís
going to rise soon. See how the sky is reddening over in the east?" Mac
"But, youíve been so kind.
What can I do for you?" Ruari asked again.
"Stop coming into the woods
and crying. You terrified us and probably half the creatures in the
woods," Ian answered.
"Iíll stay in the castle
from now on. Thank you," Ruari said and flew towards the castle.
The sun began to rise over
the horizon. "Well, Ian, we missed a nightís sleep. Instead of walking all
the way back to the tree, letís curl up and sleep right here, under this
mulberry bush. The sun wonít be all the way up for a while. We can catch
forty winks," Mac suggested.
"Good idea," Ian replied.
They lay down and fell asleep, happy that Ruari had found his way home.