The Fairy Falls Animal Shelter is in trouble. Money trouble. It’s up to an old calico cat named Whiskey—a shelter cat who has mastered the skill of observation—to find a new human pack leader so that their home will be saved. With the help of Nobel, the leader of the shelter dogs, the animals set out to use the ancient skill of telepathy to contact any human who bothers to listen to them. Unfortunately for fifteen-year-old Meagan Walsh, she hears them, loud and clear.
Forced to live with her Aunt Izzy in the safe and quiet town of Fairy Falls, Meagan is caught stealing and is sentenced to do community hours at the animal shelter where her aunt works. Realizing Meagan can hear her, Whiskey realizes that Meagan just might have the pack leader qualities necessary to save the animals. Avoiding Whiskey and the rest of shelter animals becomes impossible for Meagan, so she finally gives in and promises to help them. Meagan, along with her newfound friends, Reid Robertson and Natalie Knight, discover that someone in Fairy Falls is not only out to destroy the shelter, but the animals as well. Can Meagan convince her aunt and co-workers that the animals are in danger? If she fails, then all the animals’ voices will be silenced forever.
“You have some news?” Nobel asked, cutting into Whiskey’s thoughts.
She jumped. “Yes,” she answered, and then decided to lick her leg. “This morning, while I was curled up on the chair in the office, I heard the Bossy One talking into one of those small, shiny things humans call a phone.”
Nobel lay on his blanket and crossed his big paws. “Did you understand any of her words?”
Whiskey stopped grooming. “Some, but you won’t like it.”
Nobel’s ears rose. “I don’t like the Bossy One to begin with. What comes out of her mouth is mostly garble and she stinks like a dead skunk.”
“I think you’ve just insulted skunks everywhere, my friend,” Whisky mewed.
Nobel growled impatiently. Whiskey sighed and said, “From what human words I know, I heard ‘no money’ repeated many times.”
“Money?” Nobel asked, inclining his furry head. “What is money?”
“Something humans need to survive on.”
“Survive on? Explain.”
Whiskey frowned. Sometimes dogs were thick-headed. “Money, my friend, allows the humans to eat well, sleep in a safe place, and cover their bodies with the strange hairless outerwear they call clothes. Clearly, ‘no money’ means the humans cannot function very well.”
“So how does ‘no money’ affect us?” Nobel asked.
“I also heard the word ‘shelter’ after ‘no money’, meaning that the humans who care for us can no longer provide us with the food we eat, the blankets we sleep on, and all the comforts we’ve come to expect of this place.” Whiskey’s ears lowered. “No money, my friend, means this shelter will not be around much longer.”
“What?!” Nobel howled. “But this is our place, our sanctuary! She can’t make it go away!”
“The Bossy One will if she doesn’t come up with enough money soon. I sensed her fear, her desperation. She sounded broken.”
Nobel snarled. “The Bossy One has become weak! Her weakness endangers the pack! Do you think the other Ones who take care of us will do something about this?”
Whiskey sat silent for a few moments. Who might challenge the Bossy One? She thought about it. The Kind One? The Loud One? The Quiet One? The Quick One? Which human might be dominant enough to do this? The whimpering had dulled down and snoring replaced the barking. Her body twitched as if electricity surged through it.
Louis stirred in his sleep. “Get her. Bite her. Chew. Chew. Chew.” He snapped his jaws and flailed his long legs.
“Shut up, you fool!” Mary Jane growled. She picked up her rubber toy and shook it viciously.
Whiskey’s ears pricked up as she realized something. “Fool, no. Genius, yes.”
Nobel leaned closer to his kennel door. “I don’t quite follow.”
“That’s because you’re the pack leader. You never follow. Don’t you see?”
Nobel gave her a vacant look. His whiskered brown brows bobbed up and down in thought.
Whiskey fluffed her jowls. “It’s simple. The shelter needs a new pack leader to survive. In order to do that all the animals must join forces to help find a stronger human who can stand up to the Bossy One.”
“And how do we do that, seeing as most of us are in cages?”
“By using what nature gave us,” Whiskey meowed, locking eyes with Nobel. “We send our thoughts to any human who will listen.”
Nobel’s brows rose. “But…what if it doesn’t work?”
Whiskey stretched again, allowing her paws to knead the air before her. “Then, my friend, we will need what humans call a miracle.”
Kindle File Size: 667 KB
Print Length: 203 pages
Publication Date: June 17, 2017
Publisher: Mirror World Publishing
Sharon Ledwith is the author of the middle-grade/young adult time travel adventure series, THE LAST TIMEKEEPERS, and the teen psychic mystery series, MYSTERIOUS TALES FROM FAIRY FALLS. When not writing, researching, or revising, she enjoys reading, exercising, anything arcane, and an occasional dram of scotch. Sharon lives a serene, yet busy life in a southern tourist region of Ontario, Canada, with her hubby, one spoiled yellow Labrador and a moody calico cat.
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