Mac was busy playing with
little Molly. The two raccoons had volunteered to baby-sit her for several
hours. Ian went off to find some berries and nuts for them to have as a
snack. "Iíll be back in a little while," he called to the others. "Iím off
to find some berries for Molly."
Mac nodded his head. Molly
waved goodbye and Ian ran off into the woods. There werenít many berries
around. Ian searched and searched but couldnít find any. "Thatís odd.
Where are all the berries?" he wondered. He decided to go further up the
glen. Maybe there were some there. He walked and walked and soon found
himself in a canyon, with steep, sloping walls on three sides. "This is
cool," he said, looking around. He noticed some bushes up ahead. "Wow,
berries!" He started picking them, but instead of saving them for the
others, he ate them all. His mouth, fingers and fur were covered with
berry juice. "Ooops!" he said, realizing heíd finished the lot off.
As he was walking out of
the canyon, he tripped on a rock and fell. "OUCH!" he shouted.
"OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! Ouch!
ouch!" A string of ouchís came echoing back to him, getting softer and
"Who was that?" he asked.
"Did someone else say ouch?
Mac, is that you? Molly?" he questioned.
Nobody answered. "Hello!"
"HELLO! HELLO! HELlo!
Hello! hello!" came rolling back to him.
"What is going on here? Was
that me?" He scratched his head with confusion. "Is this Ian?" he shouted.
"IS THIS IAN? IS THIS Ian?
IS This Ian? Is this Ian?" was the answer.
"Itís me! Itís my echo! How
fun!" he laughed. He spent the next hour shouting things, only to hear his
echo over and over again.
He sat down on a rock to
rest. It was rather warm. He remembered Mac and Molly back in the woods
and how they were waiting for him to bring back some berries and nuts.
"Just one more shout," he giggled.
But before he could open
his mouth he heard, "IAN! WHERE ARE THE BERRIES? IAN! WHERE ARE THE
berries? IAN! WHERE ARE the berries! IAN! Where are the berries?"
He started laughing. "Hey!
I didnít even open my mouth that time!"
Just then someone tapped
him on the shoulder. "Ian! Where are the berries?" It was Mac, with Molly
holding his hand. "We sent you out to find food for the wee one here and
all you can do is listen to your echo?" Mac looked at Ianís face and
hands. "I see! Youíve eaten all the berries for yourself, have you?"
"Well, IÖ.IÖwellÖ," was all
Ian could mumble.
"WAAH! WAAH! WAAH! WAAH!"
cried Molly. "I want berries! Iím hungry!"
"WAAH! WAAH! WAAH!" echoed
back. This caught Molly by surprise. "What was that? Was that me?" she
said, wiping her tears away.
"Yes, Molly. It is your
echo, but itís very loud. Letís go back to the woods. Ian is going to go
and find you some berries, arenít you Ian?" Mac said, sternly.
"Why, sure I am. Iíll be
there shortly," he said.
Mac took Molly and headed
home. Ian, feeling bad, headed off to find some more berries. "GOODBYE!"
he shouted, unable to resist one last time.
"GOODBYE! GOODBYE! GOODbye!
Goodbye! Goodbye!" Soon he heard nothing. Shrugging his shoulders, he ran
off to find the berries.
An hour later, Ian came
walking back to the tree. "There he is," Mac said. Molly ran up to him and
took the berries out of his hand. She popped them in her mouth, hungrily.
"I hope your happy, Ian.
Poor wee thingís been starving for hours." He gave Ian a disappointed
"Sorry, Mac. Sorry, Molly.
I was having too much fun in the canyon. It wonít happen again," he
Shortly after that, Mollyís
mum came to collect her. "Thanks, lads, for watching wee Molly," she said
and left with her baby.
Ian went up into the tree
and fell asleep, feeling bad about what heíd done. Mac, seeing that Ian
was snoring, ran quickly down the path. "IíM HERE! IíM HERE! IíM HERE!"
his voice echoed. Mac snickered, hoping Ian would never find him there.
Hee hee hee!