Jonathan and his family were on their way to Clever Mountain for a day of hiking. Jonathan sat in the back seat, clutching Goggle, his stuffed owl, and looking at the scenery: majestic mountains intertwined with blue streams, and more tree species than he ever knew existed.
“Do you want to see too?” he asked, tipping Goggle’s head through the open window.
As they passed a little bridge, the car hit a bump and Goggle went flying out the window.
“Daddy! I lost Goggle!” Jonathan cried.
The car stopped on the shoulder, and he raced out just in time to see Goggle disappear out of view in the back of a canoe travelling down the stream.
Carlos heard a muffled thud behind him. “Hey, there,” he said, picking up the owl from the bottom of his canoe and looking up to see where it came from. He thought he could see a young boy standing on the bridge, looking down, but there was no way he could go back against current. Not having any use for a stuffed owl, he tossed it on the riverbank.
An eagle flying overhead saw something white down below. It looked like a tasty mouse, so it swooped down and picked it up with its talons. The eagle soon realized the animal was not edible and dropped it in a pine tree, where it remained until a soft breeze made it topple on the walking path below.
A little while later, a family came hiking down the path.
“Goggle!” exclaimed Jonathan. “How did you get here?”
Goggle couldn’t answer, of course. He just stared at Jonathan with his big, yellow, goggly eyes.