Wabbit War Mystery

During the summer, I began a series of stories about my battles with Wabbits that invaded my garden. They ate everything in sight. What they didn’t eat, they tasted, and killed. Even my prickly pear cactus had bites taken from it. I installed Wabbit barrier around all the flower beds, but it did not work. They found ways to creep under the barrier in a very short time.  I even attacked them with the lawn mower. but that didn’t scare them either. All along, Grandma Peggy kept right on feeding them, and they kept coming for the welfare.

The Wabbits formed an alliance with the mice, causing me to lose focus while I erected mouse barriers on the house.  It was a ferocious battle. The garden was decimated. My prize lillies gone.

Late in July, Grandma Peggy began noticing something different. The Wabbits disappeared. They no longer came to the feeders to steal the bird seed she so generously provided. I was ecstatic, I finally beat them, I thought, but where are they? They are probably assembling in the wetlands getting ready for a major assault like Eisenhower did on D-Day. I fully expected them to come charging into the yard screaming bonzai to chew on everything that was left.

Our focus shifted. Now Grandma Peggy and I both were on the look out for any sign of a single Wabbit. None were around. We went from having dozens of the critters to none in a very short time.

We asked each other, was it the coyotes? No, we haven’t heard a coyote howl in a couple of years. Was it a Fox? No, we haven’t seen a Fox in the neighborhood in three years. Was it a hawk? We haven’t seen any hawks either. So what could it be? Aha! I told myself it has to be Sheik Nayboars Katt, but I haven’t seen him either.

The best theory to date is that they contracted a disease and died off. Rabbits can contract West Nile Virus, and Lyme disease. Both can cause them to die. We did have mosquitoes with West Nile reported in Frankfort, this summer, and we do live in a mosquito habitat.

I’ll never know for sure, and it will bother me because I was having so much fun trying to out wit them. Now, I feel sorry for the little vermin.


The Air Force spotted Santa, but thought he was a missile. They fired at the team, but they out ran the missile. The maneuver caused them to crash-land on Denali, and to disappear from all radar.


Chapter 6- THE SEARCH

At the North Pole, Morty and Ben set up a communication center. Ben opened a map of the world and pinned it to a wall. He marked the location of every report that came in from the animal kingdom with a push-pin. The messages began coming in immediately.

Most reports were “nothing sighted, scented, or heard in our sector.”  If a spot on the map looked empty, Morty called the animals in that sector and asked for a report. Soon the map was filled with red push pins. There was one bare spot on the map.  It was in Alaska. It was snowing very hard all over the state and the snow kept the animals from moving around.

Morty called Gabriel, “Send a fleet of Guardian Angels to Alaska, and have them look for Santa.”

Gabriel paged all available angels and sent them to look. Each angel was assigned a sector, and was asked to report unusual activity.

The grizzly bears were hibernating, so they were out, and the wolves, elk, sheep, and goats were all down at lower levels for the winter. The highest points of the mountain were assigned to the bald eagles, but they had to wait for the morning light and for the snow to stop.

Mrs. Claus began to cry. Ben took her to the kitchen to make some tea. There, in the kitchen, he spoke softly and assured her that if anyone could find Santa, Morty could.

Morty studied the map with Jasper. There were red pins everywhere. Where could Santa be?

“Do you see what I see?” asked Morty.

“Yes, there is a big blank spot over Denali.”

“I bet that is where they are,” said Morty, “If he is high on the mountain in the storm, it would explain why we have not heard from anyone there. It also means that we’ll have to use some special tools to find him. I’ll ask my friend Polly to help.”

He called Gabriel over the Sentra-vision.

“Find Polly Polar Bear, and let me know where she is. I think she can help us on Denali.”

“I will get back to you as soon as I find her,” said Gabriel.

Just as he promised, Gabriel called back with Polly’s location, “she is on an ice floe near the North Pole.” He down-loaded her location into Sky Scooter.

“Let’s get going,” said Morty.  Together, they boarded the scooter. Morty hit auto pilot and they were off to find Polly. It was still snowing hard when they left.

Polar bears love the cold, and Polly was on an ice floe hunting for seals. Morty landed on the ice right next to her.

“Hello Polly, meet Ben.”

“I haven’t seen you since last year, what brings you here on a night like this?” asked Polly.

“Santa is missing and I need your help to find him. We think he is lost on Denali,” said Morty.

“I know, I called in my report earlier,” answered Polly.

The three of them squeezed on the scooter, and took off.

On the way, Morty called Gabriel.

“Tell Jasper to get the elves and the Red team ready to meet us.”

“Roger,” answered Gabriel. “While you were fetching Polly I got a report from Guardian Angel Frederick. He was with his pilot who got an order to fire a rocket over Denali.”

“Oh Lord,” said Morty, “I hope it wasn’t directed at Santa.”


To be continued…


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