(Winnie the Horse Gentler) Chapter 3: That's What Friends Are For

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  Two days later, I ran up the steps of Catman's house and knocked loudly on the door, eager to tell him my plan. Once he opened it, I sprang inside, barely even noticing the usually disorienting time travel. 

  Catman stared at me, waiting for me to say what I obviously had to say.

  "Okay, so, I was thinking about what you said, and I have an idea!" I said excitedly, bouncing on my toes. 

  He raised both eyebrows. "I dig. What's the skinny?" He leaned against the wall.
  "I've been researching, and apparently, a plane just went missing. It was a private jet, owned by someone named..." 
  I took off my backpack and began rummaging through it. 
  "Hold on... just a second... oh, wait, the zipper's stuck..." 
  Catman watched me with an amused expression. But I didn't care, because I had finally gotten the paper out. I'd printed out something from a website featuring our local paper. I read off the paper, "...someone named Alessandra Lucy-Anne Rebecca Johannson. Pretty sure you hippies call it a 'bad handle', right? Familiar?" When I didn't get an answer, I looked up. 
  Catman's face was pale. 
  "Catman... what's wrong?" I asked uncertainly.
  "Family... friend. Man, she used to watch me when I was an ankle biter." 
  From knowing Catman, I was familiar enough with hippie slang, and ankle biter meant 'kid'.
  "Hated her. Claire and Bart were gone for anniversary. Burg was crashing on me." Burg was one of Catman's many feline followers.
  "She came in, bagged some bucks and booked." 
  I stared at him. I was still learning the hippie language. 
  Catman understood, because he repeated the sentence, this time in English. "She came in, stole some money and ran off with it." 
  I nodded in comprehension."What did your parents say when they found out?" I asked.
  "Didn't." 
  "Catman!"
  He shrugged. "What's the plan?"
  The plan. Right.
  "Well, what if they were on the same plane with her? They could be somewhere close, with no help! We have to find them!"
  Catman whistled. "Far out!"
  "Wait, so you're actually... agreeing with me?" I said, hesitating on the word 'agreeing'.
  "Yeah, man, whatever it takes."


  I saddled up Nickers bright and early. It was Saturday, so I had all day to do whatever. 
  And I was going to spend that time alone, with Catman, in the woods, camping, on a search mission, in the freezing winter. 
  Great way to spend your time, Winnie.
  I waited, but not for long. Catman appeared behind me, nearly scaring me to death with his cat-like antics.
  "Catman!"
  "Chill!"
  Note to self: Don't give Catman any more reason to say, chill. There's already way to much of that.
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