Lost in the Tunnel of Time Page 5

  ZIGGY’S STORY

  Seven Smooth Stones

  by Ziggy Colwin

  Traveling on the Underground Railroad was a really scary thing. A boy named Mac ran away from slavery with his mother. They wanted to be free, so they walked four hundred miles to Ohio. It took a long time because they could only move at night.

  It was very dark and they heard sounds that made Mac want to cry, but he didn’t. In the daytime slave catchers were looking for them, so they had to hide in the bushes or in barns of people who helped them. It was summertime so it was hot, and when bugs bit him, he couldn’t even scratch. Even a sneeze was dangerous.

  When Mac and his mum got to Cincinnati, they hid in a tunnel under a house. Mac didn’t get to play very much. All he had was a slingshot and seven smooth stones. Mac was a brave boy who didn’t know that he was going to be famous. But I know. I was there.

  The End

  HERE’S A SNEAK PEEK INTO THE NEXT CLUBHOUSE MYSTERY,

  SHADOWS OF CAESAR’S CREEK!

  ZIGGY’S THOUGHTS BOUNCED LIKE HOT POPCORN as he ran through his backyard to the clubhouse of the Black Dinosaurs. An overnight camping trip! he thought eagerly. Fishing! Hiking! Cooking over a campfire! He couldn’t wait to talk to Rico, Rashawn, and Jerome, the other members of the Black Dinosaurs, about the letter from Camp Caesar.

  Ziggy’s huge backyard was wonderful. It was a place where flowers, weeds, rabbits, and ten-year-old boys could grow wild. It was a place to dream and create—a perfect location for secrets and adventures. Ziggy followed a path, probably used by raccoons, which ran back through the thick underbrush to the clubhouse.

  Using the remains of an old fence that the boys had found in Ziggy’s backyard, they had built the clubhouse themselves the previous summer. They had cut holes that looked a lot like windows in the two side walls, and for the door, they’d used a smaller section of the fence wall. It closed with a bent piece of wire coat hanger.

  Inside, the clubhouse was about ten feet by twelve feet—not really big, but large enough for four boys to sit and talk. In it was one lawn chair with most of the webbing missing, one folding chair left over from a church picnic, one three-legged kitchen chair (they used a large rock to balance it), and a bicycle with two flat tires. This was their seating arrangement, or they could push everything aside and sit on the blanket that Ziggy’s mom had given them.

  Just as Ziggy got to the front of the clubhouse, he tripped over his shoelace, lost his balance, landed on his backside, and rolled with a laugh to the door, where Jerome was waiting for him. Ziggy never walked anywhere—he bounced or jogged or galloped wherever he went. He was always in a good mood, always excited about whatever was happening around him. So Jerome was not surprised when Ziggy landed at his feet, bubbling with excitement.

  He helped Ziggy up and asked with a laugh, “What’s up, Ziggy?”

  “Did your letter come, mon? Are you packed? Where are Rico and Rashawn?” Ziggy’s eyes were bright. Behind him, the boys could hear the rustling of something in the bushes.

  Rashawn’s Siberian husky, Afrika, with one blue eye and one brown eye, trotted out of the bushes, found his favorite spot under a tree, and went to sleep. Rashawn, tall, brown, and skinny, and wearing his favorite army boots, stomped through the backyard and sat down on a large rock in front of the clubhouse.

  “What’s goin’ on, fellas?” he asked. “Where’s Rico?”

  Ziggy was still hopping around enthusiastically. He wore a green vest, a blue shirt, and bright red jeans. Today a large knitted cap covered his braids, which usually bounced as much as he did. Ziggy’s family had come from Jamaica to Ohio several years before and had moved onto the street in Cincinnati where Rico, Rashawn, and Jerome lived. The four boys had been friends since first grade.

  Rico was coming down the path to the clubhouse. He had a huge wad of bubble gum in his mouth and was attempting to blow the world’s biggest bubble. He walked slowly, concentrating on blowing and balancing the bubble, which was almost the size of his face. He didn’t see Ziggy, who leaped into the air, bursting to tell his good news.

  “It’s almost time!” cried Ziggy. As Ziggy began to speak, he waved his arms around wildly. At that moment Rico and his bubble walked right into Ziggy’s hand. Splat! went the bubble gum, and Rico’s surprised face and thick brown hair were instantly covered with sticky pink bubble gum.

  Rashawn and Jerome hooted with laughter; Ziggy rolled on the ground with delight. Rico didn’t laugh much. But it was clear he wasn’t angry as he sat on the grass, picking gum out of his hair.

  “That bubble would have gone in the Guinness Book of World Records,” he said, faking disappointment. “I bet it was the biggest one in the world so far!”

  “Aw, mon, I blow bubbles bigger than that every day!” boasted Ziggy. “But you gotta mix the bubble gum with mashed potatoes first! That’s the secret ingredient!”

  “Yuck!” exclaimed the others. They were used to Ziggy’s unusual tastes in food. He stirred his chocolate milk with pickles and put mustard on his cornflakes.

  “So tell us, Ziggy,” Jerome said finally. “What’s up?”

  “The mailman just left,” Ziggy told them, “and my letter from Camp Caesar came today! We’ve been waiting forever, but the trip is finally here! We’re going camping at Caesar’s Creek State Park next week!”

 

 

  Sharon M. Draper, Lost in the Tunnel of Time

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