We gotta new friend. Her name’s Perdita. Wren says it means “little lost one,” but I dunno if that’s true. I mean, if she’s here, she’s found, ain’t she? So she ain’t lost no more. But I guess a name’s a name, an’ it ain’t gonna change who you are now no matter what it meant before.
Anyhow, Perdita’s pretty an’ blue, an’ she’s gotta bell, so it’s hard to lose her now. Grammy Happy sent her to our house. I think she’s gonna go help with Dolli Lane an’ alla Littles too, but she’s gotta work up some nerve first (she ain’t worked with Littles before). She helps me walk Riley inna morning so she gets to know what’s round here. She said she came from a group of bears called “Adventure Bears,” an’ now we’re parta her adventure. That’s pretty cool, cuz I do like adventures.
So Perdita an’ me were walkin’ Riley inna mornin’, an’ we found somethin’ inna ground. A hole. A couple holes, actually, sorta together in an area. An’, yeah, there’s lotsa different holes what might be inna ground: golf holes, sink holes, man holes, drain holes, pot holes, snake holes, worm holes, fox holes, mole holes… But it wasn’t none of those holes. Since Perdita’s an adventure bear, I asked her if she’d seen ’em before.
“Hmm…” Perdita said, in her slow, thinkin’ voice. Most everythin’ she does is kinda slow. But that’s ok, cuz she’s careful too. “No,” she said. “I haven’t seen those.”
I hadn’t either. We stood, starin’ atta holes for a bit, thinkin’ bout what mighta maybe made ’em. Maybe a baby giant playin’ onna pogo stick? Or maybe they’re tent pegs for a giant’s pup tent? Maybe there’s giants inna woods! I started lookin’ round a bit through the trees, wonderin’ if giants come out at sunrise or at sunset.
Riley had different ideas, though. She wanted to know more bout the hole too. So she got closer…an’ closer…
Then, alla sudden, yank! snap! Riley pulled the leash outta my hand and popped herself inna hole!
“Riley!” I cried. An’ I was all sortsa panicked. What if she went inna hole but never came back out? What if she came back out an’ ran off? What if whatever made the hole was down in the hole wasn’t a silly giant but a mean monster an’ it ate her? Then Riley’s li’l feet disappeared inna dirt, an’ all I could see was her leash rope. Then it too slid away. I wanna grab it tight, but if Riley was gettin’ pulled, pullin’ back might get her choked or somethin’.
Perdita put her paw on my arm an’ said I hadda calm down. Riley was gonna be ok. Even if there was somethin’ down inna dirt, she was strong an’ a good fighter an’ she’d be ok. At least, I think Perdita said alla that. It was in my head, at least. I kept callin’ for Riley, askin’ her to come back.
Then the ground moved, an’ I held my breath. Somethin’ black was wrigglin’ outta dirt.
Oh, my gumdrops! It was Riley’s nose! I grabbed Riley up an’ held her close. No more holes. No more holes, please.
Perdita used a stick to try an’ find out more bout the hole, like maybe how deep it was or whether there was somethin’ down in there.
But she didn’t find much. I was too worried after Riley’s disappearin’ act to explore holes more, so we headed back home. We’ll go walkin’ other places where there aren’t holes tomorrow. An’ maybe Perdita’n’me’ll come back sometime without Riley to learn more bout the holes. But not today. That was enough for today.