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Children's Stories
by Margo Fallis
Ian & Mac Stories - Treasure?


Mac lay sleeping in the tree, having a wonderful dream about t-bone steaks, jacket potatoes dripping with thick, creamy butter, peas, and a piece of rhubarb pie with cream. He was licking his lips. "Mac! Mac! Wake up!" Ian shouted, shaking Mac back and forth.

"This had better be good, Ian. I was having a nice dream." Mac sat up and rubbed his eyes. "What is it?"

"I found a treasure chest!" Ian said, excitedly.

"You found what?" Mac asked.

"I found a big chest. I know its filled with treasure," he giggled.

"Slow down. Now, tell me, where did you find it?"

"I was chasing a lizard and it ran into a cave. I followed it and thatís where I found the chest. Itís made of wood with gold locks on it and its very heavy. I think the two of us can carry it back to the tree," Ian explained.

"Take me to see it. Maybe itís filled with t-bone steaks and jacket potatoes. Iíd like that much more than gold and jewels," Mac sighed.

They climbed down the tree and Mac followed Ian to the cave. The lizard was sitting on a rock just outside. "Shoo," Ian said, flicking his claws at the lizard. It scuttered away behind the rock. "The chest is in here. Come on."

They walked deeper inside. "There it is," Mac said. "It does look like a treasure chest. Itís wooden, like you said and there are gold locks." He tried to pick it up by one of the handles. "Yikes! It is heavy. Itís sort of dark in here. Letís take it back to the tree and then weíll try to open it." They picked it up by the handles and carried it back to the tree. They had to stop every now and then to rest. It was very heavy. When they reached the tree, Mac looked up. "Um, how will we get the chest up there? There is no way we can carry it?"

"Youíre right, Mac. Itís too heavy. Say, Iíve got an idea. Letís make a pulley and hoist it up there."

"Good idea, Ian. Do we have any rope lying around?"

"We can surely find some. Letís leave the chest here and look around," Ian said. The raccoons ran off. Ian looked under some bushes, behind the largest oaks and next to a pile of rusted barrels that someone had left in the woods. He didnít find any rope, but he did find an old pulley. "Mac! Mac!" he called as he ran towards the tree. "I found a pulley! Now all we need is rope!"

Mac came walking from the pines holding a long piece of rope. "Not a problem. Look what I found. Great! We can get to work. Climb the tree and hook the pulley onto a branch with this," Mac said, handing Ian a smaller piece of rope. Once thatís done, call down and Iíll bring this long piece of rope up. This is going to work out just fine!" Ian tied the pulley up. Mac handed him the rope. Ian slung it through the pulley. Two long ends dangled to the ground. Mac tied one end to one of the handles of the chest. "Climb down!" he called up. Ian came scurrying down the tree. "When I say go, we pull the other end of the rope. The chest will lift into the air and up towards the branches. When itís at the top, you go back up and put it on the branch and then Iíll let go. Now, together, pull!"

GRUNT! GROAN! WHEW! MOAN! GRUNT! GROAN! WHEW! MOAN!

"Can you hold it, Mac?" Ian asked, letting go of the rope.

"Itís not going to be easy. Hurry up then," Mac replied. He had to pull with all his might so that the rope didnít slip and the chest plummet to the ground.

"Iíve got it!" Ian shouted down. The chest was sitting on one of the stronger branches. "Great! Iím letting go of the rope now," Mac said, dropping it. He climbed up the tree and sat next to Ian.

"Weíve got it up here, but how do we open it?" Ian asked.

"We bang the lock with a rock. Sooner or later it will open!"

Ian ran down to the ground and brought back two big rocks. "Here. Hit the locks," Ian said.

They pounded at the locks for hours and hours but it didnít break and the chest stayed shut. "This isnít working and my arms are tired," Mac complained.

"Mine too," Ian agreed.

"Letís take a wee nap and weíll try again when we wake up. Right?" Mac asked.

Ian nodded. The two raccoons curled up on the branches and fell asleep. What they didnít realize was that all the banging, combined with the weight of the chest, had weakened the branch. Suddenly it snapped! Ian, Mac and the chest went falling to the ground. "Yikes!" cried Ian and Mac together. They landed in the bushes with a thud! The chest came crashing down and hit a large rock at the bottom of the tree. It burst open and something came rolling out.

"Are you all right?" Ian asked Mac. Mac sat up and picked leaves out of his nose and ears and nodded. "Look! The chest is open. Now we can see the gold and jewels," Ian said, excited and giggly. They climbed out of the bushes and walked to the chest. "What is that?" Ian asked.

Mac bent over and examined the contents. "Itís only cannonballs, probably left over from the Jacobite Rebellion! Thereís no treasure here. Not only that, but our favorite branch is now lying in splinters at the bottom of the tree. This is just great!" Mac was angry.

Ian sat on the chest and pouted. He picked up one of the cannonballs and threw it. "Itís heavy. No wonder the chest weighed so much."

"We canít use the chest any more either. Itís broken to bits. Help me clean it up," Mac said. They spent the next few hours tidying up the woods. The bits of broken chest, the cannonballs and the locks were tossed behind some large boulders. The raccoons walked back to their tree. Ian grabbed hold of one of the pieces of rope. Mac grabbed hold of the other. They started swinging back and forth. "Wheeeeeeeeeeee!"

"This is fun," Ian said as he swung past Mac.

"Yes it is!" Mac answered as he swung up past the branches. "Donít let go of your end or weíll both crash."

"I know. I wonít," Ian assured him.

They had fun that day swinging and playing with the rope and pulley. "I guess this wasnít a total waste," Mac said. "Weíve got this wonderful swing now!"

"Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Ian shouted as he swung by again.

What fun the two raccoons had!


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