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Search for the Past

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Chapter 1
Worms for Dinner


Wednesday, June 2, 11 a.m. Flying in the sky, a fly passed high above farms, pine trees, and a river. Then it was sucked into a large swirling mass of wind. Leaves and cloudy air whizzed by it, and the fly began turning and tumbling wildly until suddenly it was blown out the other side-like a spit wad shot out of a tube.

The sky it was blown into looked very different from the other side. It was rainbow-colored. The fly was dizzy and fell down toward the ground, until it landed on handlebars attached to a pole that was connected to a skateboard. A fan was attached to the end of the skateboard, and wings were sticking out of the bottom sides of it.

Looking at the flying skateboard was a hedgehog who looked to be about eight years old. He was wearing blue pants, a lime green T-shirt, orange suspenders, and wearing a purple backpack. Chisel Hedgehog then turned and went inside the house.

"Oh, there you are, Chisel," his mom, Mazy, said. "Mr. Otter is at the front door and said he wants to see you."

Chisel gasped, with fear on his face, and exclaimed, "HOOT BALOOT!" As he ran out the back door, he yelled, "BYE MOM, I'M GOING TO VOLCANO ISLAND." He ran down the backstairs, grabbed his flying skateboard, flipped the fan switch, and pushed it toward the street. When he built up speed, he pulled on the ropes to pull out the wings all the way, and, SWOOSH, up he went.

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On the front porch, Mr. Otter saw a blur fly into the sky to his left. It was spinning out of control, rolling and flipping, and making high-pitched screaming noises as it rose in the sky. It sounded like . . . Chisel Hedgehog! Mr. Otter yelled up at the disappearing object, "I'LL GET YOU, CHISEL HEDGEHOG!" Soon Chisel was out of sight, flying high above Shady Road Street toward Shady Glen.

He was over The Beach Trail when he lost hold of the handlebars and fell through the sky. Luckily he landed in a deep, thick, mud puddle, which stopped him from getting hurt.

Chisel didn't see, but from behind some bushes a little ways to his left, a pair of eyes watched him intently-unblinking. The leopard glared at Chisel, as his eyebrows lowered-looking mean, and mad. Behind the leopard, deep in the shadows of the pine tree forest, something watched the leopard. The shape was hard to make out in the darkness, but almost looked see-through-like a ghost.

Chisel looked around but couldn't tell where he was. "I've got to get to the lighthouse and then to Volcano Island. It's urgent!" he thought. "I've got to escape and solve the mystery." He climbed a tall, dead tree to look around, but when he pulled himself over the bundle of sticks at the top, to his surprise, four eaglets were looking up at him. Chisel was covered with mud so it was hard to tell what he was, and the eaglets started chirping for food.

"No, no birds, I'm a hedgehog, not your mom," Chisel said.

When he didn't feed them, they became mad and started pecking at him. Then he looked up and saw the mother eagle coming in for a landing.

Chisel was so scared that he opened his mouth very wide and yelled, "AAAAGH!" The Mama Eagle looked at Chisel who was covered in mud and figured he had fallen from the nest into mud, and then made it back to the nest. That was the loudest chirp she had ever heard, and since Chisel's mouth was open much wider than any of the other eaglets, she knew he was the hungriest. So she stuffed into his mouth and down his throat a whole mouthful of plump, brown worms, slurpy, slimy slugs, and warm, gooey snail guts. This stopped him from hollering, but he had the most disgusted look on his face.

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After she flew off, Chisel decided he better get out of that nest-and fast-so down the tree he climbed and he ran toward town.

As Chisel came running down Main Street he saw all his friends, who were on lunch break from school. "You guys will never believe what just happened to me!" Chisel erupted. "This eagle thought I was one of her babies and made me eat worms, slugs, and snail guts."

This tale was one of the best that Chisel had ever told them, and they all started laughing loudly.

"No, really," Chisel assured them.

As he kept talking, the group slowly all looked above and in back of Chisel. When Chisel finally looked around to see what they were looking at, it was too late. Mama Eagle had found her baby chick that she figured had fallen out of the nest again, scooped him up with her claws, and started flying back toward the nest.

Chisel being held by Moma Eagle

Mama Eagle flew back to the nest, stuffed Chisel back in, fed him more snail guts and worms, and again left. When she left, those eaglets started pecking at him even harder than before because he had taken their dinner again! Chisel then headed over the sticks and down the tree (a little slower this time, though, because his stomach was so full of snail guts and worms)! This time he ran under trees on The Beach Trail, where he finally escaped.
Chisel climbing down from Eagle Tree

From then on, he never seemed to like spaghetti quite as much!

* * *
Meanwhile, Mr. Otter had traveled to the Mean Minks' house in The Big City. No one liked the Mean Minks. When they were around, you better look out for a slurpy, wet, spit wad being shot in your ear, being hit by a muddy-water balloon, or being tripped by a leg that suddenly came out from a bush.

The four Mean Mink brothers answered the door.

"You have a bad reputation," Mr. Otter said.

"Thank you," the oldest mink, Milford said smiling, thinking they were being complimented.

"I need you to find someone for me," said Mr. Otter.

"Then get out your money, we're not cheap! Who do you want us to find?"

"Have you ever heard of Chisel Hedgehog?"

When Mr. Otter said this name, all their eyes popped open wider, and then anger covered their faces. Milford lunged forward and grabbed Mr. Otter by the throat with his right hand. He snarled, "Don't you ever mention that name in front of us again!"

Mr. Otter gulped, "How much would it cost to catch . . . uh-that guy?"

Milford let go of Mr. Otter, but was still too mad to answer, so his brother slowly replied, "That guy is free!" and the other three nodded in stern-faced approval.

Mr. Otter then asked, "I knew you were mean, but not that you hated that guy so much. Why's that?"

The Minks looked at him-very upset. Then Milford growled, "Because of that thing."

"That thing?" asked Mr. Otter.

"THAT THING!" Milford yelled, "that happened BACK THEN."

Mr. Otter decided he better not ask what "THAT THING" was. . . . Then the Minks started packing for their trip to catch Chisel Hedgehog.


Chapter 2
Hedgehog Soup


Chisel walked on The Beach Trail under a beautiful canopy of leafy tree branches high overhead. He breathed deeply, and sighed happily. "If I can get to the lighthouse on the beach, they might have a boat I can sail to Volcano Island in," he thought.

Chisel walking on Beach Trail

Chisel was constantly experimenting trying to make his own gum. Today, as he walked down The Beach Trail, he tried a mixture of taffy and peanut butter, but he only ended up with a huge sticky, messy glob of . . . something that stuck his teeth together and caused drool to flow out of his mouth and down his chin.

Just then a couple of deer passed him. They were disgusted, "What a dirty little beast!" one of them said.

That night Chisel camped under a big old maple tree, and in the morning he boiled up some of the tree's sap into maple syrup to put on his pancakes. After washing up, he stored the extra syrup in his cooking pot and brought it along as he continued walking.

At about three in the afternoon, he knew that he was getting close to the beach, but something seemed wrong. Then he realized that the birds were not chirping anymore in the trees around him. Then he heard a terrible growl, and out of the bushes jumped the meanest-looking bobcat Chisel had ever seen.

Chisel walking on Beach Trail

"Well, aren't you a plump little hedgehog," Bobcat said as he looked at Chisel's body from head to foot. Bobcat laughed. "Do you know that I have not had hedgehog soup in many, many years . . . I have the salt! I have the pepper! I have the water. But there is one ingredient that I have been missing."

"What is that?" asked Chisel.

"HEDGEHOG!" Bobcat yelled and then started laughing. He patted Chisel on the head, being in a very jolly mood. "I'm sorry you are the main ingredient, but that is the recipe! And since it is dinnertime, I am going to eat you."

After thinking for a second, Chisel said, "You wouldn't want to eat a hedgehog. With these spines on my back, I would be very uncomfortable in your mouth."

Bobcat replied, "I was fooled by that trick last time a hedgehog came through here, and I promised myself not to be fooled by it again."

Chisel nodded his head, pressed his lips together, and replied, "Well then, I was wondering if before you eat me, I could eat one last meal. This would be nice for me, and it would plump me up a little for you."

Bobcat thought it was the nice thing to do, so he helped Chisel gather some firewood to cook his meal. Soon Chisel had some golden brown pancakes cooking on the frying pan.

Chisel making pancakes

Chisel scooped the pancakes onto his plate then he got his knife and fork out and cut them up, watching how longingly Bobcat was eyeing the meal. "Oh gee, I almost forgot the maple syrup," he said.

"Maple syrup? What's that?" Bobcat asked. "I didn't know you were supposed to put something on pancakes."

Chisel poured the thick syrup heavily on his pancakes. The smell floated through the air and made the woods smell like a pancake restaurant. Bobcat's eyes slowly opened and shut as he smelled the wonderful aroma. Chisel ate the first pancake slowly, savoring each bite and pouring extra syrup on each piece.

Finally it was too much for Bobcat. "Excuse me for disturbing you, but I was wondering if maybe I could have just one bite."

"Are you sure it won't spoil your appetite?" Chisel asked.

"No. No, I'll just have one bite," Bobcat assured him.

Bobcat ate that first bite and could not believe how incredible the fresh maple syrup tasted. He then asked if he could have just one more bite . . . and then a few more. Pretty soon, he had eaten nineteen whole pancakes and sat so stuffed that he could not eat another bite.

Bobcat eating pancakes

"Are you sure you don't want anymore?" Chisel asked, and lifted some more pancakes up to Bobcat's face.

"Oh please, put them away. I think I'll throw up if I see any more food," Bobcat insisted.

While Bobcat sat, leaning against a tree in agony at being so full, Chisel cleaned his pots and pans and repacked his pack. "I'm sorry the hedgehog soup didn't work out," Chisel said as he put on his backpack and stood up.

He shrugged his shoulders and said good-bye. Bobcat just lifted his hand a little and grunted-too full to say more.

* * *
Meanwhile, Mr. Otter had told the Mean Minks that the last place he saw Chisel, was heading toward the beach, so after quickly packing, the four Mean Mink brothers had set off and now were walking down Pilafeefer Road looking for Chisel. "I'm going to crunch that hedgehog when we find him," said Milford. "He disappeared from The Big City last year, but now we know where he is!"
* * *
After continuing to walk for a little while, Chisel started smelling the fresh salt air of the ocean. He smiled and started singing to the trees, and also to his toes that got a little bored on his hikes. And as he sang, he leaned forward and leaned back. He leaned right and shuffled his feet sideways in an awkward-looking dance. As he danced and walked, he sang: [TRACK 3]

I don't sing good, but it's what I like to do, and my toes like the sound, and the beat of the music.

And I don't always rhyme, but it's what I like to do, so I sing out loud, to the trees that enjoy it.

And it's what I like to do, in the morning and the evening, and I sing out of tune, and I smile as I do it-Oh yeah! Oh Oh Oh Yeah!

Finally, Chisel passed the last tree and came out on the sandy shore. It was a beautiful sight. The high clouds had turned an orangish-pink, and the sun looked so large as it was setting. He watched it steadily sink, until it was out of view. He could barely see the lighthouse on Dilper's Point and decided he would camp on the beach and in the morning hike over to the Point.

Chisel going into Mountain Mink cave

He gathered some driftwood, started a little fire, and then ate a peanut butter sandwich as he watched the flames. Soon the stars appeared, twinkling brightly in the black sky and he felt himself relax.

If he had known what would happen the next day, he would not have relaxed so much though. But he didn't, so after awhile, Chisel lay back on his blanket with his hands behind his head and looked up at the moon. He smiled, closed his eyes, and wandered off in sleep.

Chapter 3
The Eerie Fog

During the night there was a terrible windstorm. When Chisel awoke the next morning, the wind had ended, and a very thick fog had rolled in from the sea.

He looked through the misty fog at the forest's edge where the trail was that he needed to take to the light house. Then he froze! Something was also looking at him! He looked closer and realized it was a leopard!

He was definitely not going to walk on the forest trail to Dilper's Point now! Then a thought struck him. "What if I sail there?" He had seen an old raft up the beach, and with that, he could sail straight there. He realized, though, that he might also get lost out at sea in the fog. He told himself, "I don't want to, but I gotta got to!"

Chisel then looked at his map and set sail at 166 degrees southeast.


After he had paddled for several hours, a seagull suddenly flew down and landed on the back of the raft. "WAHOWWWA!" Chisel yelled, surprised. She and Chisel were about the same height, and for a moment, they just looked at each other. Then, while waving both hands, Chisel shouted, "SHOO!"

The seagull just looked at Chisel for a couple of seconds. Then she promptly shrieked, "CAAAW!"

This shocked Chisel, and he stared back at the seagull. "SHOO!" he yelled louder.

"CAAW!" "SHOO!" "CAAW!" they yelled back and forth. Then they both turned in opposite directions and ignored each other.

Chisel started paddling again but after so much paddling, his arms were starting to ache, and he was getting scared that he would not make it all the way, and that the tide would take him out to sea where he would be lost forever. As he rowed, he listened to the soft splashing sound the oar made in the water and imagined them making a song: [TRACK 5]

Maybe it'd be better, if you had someone, to help with what needs done.

Yeah, maybe it'd be better, to say hello, than to glare with a big ole frown.

Yeah, maybe it'd be better, with a friend or two, with a hand that's helping you.

Yeah, maybe-just maybe, it's a whole lot better, with a friend that's helping you.

Chisel turned around and said, "Hey, seagull, look, I'm sorry for the 'shoo' remark. Please excuse me."

The seagull looked at Chisel and then back toward the back of the raft and flew off. Chisel carefully looked above himself, hoping the seagull would not drop anything on him. After a while, he noticed the seagull had come flying back about thirty feet to the right side of the raft. She was squawking at something in the water like she was talking to it. Then she landed in the water-but not with her body-with her feet, so that it looked like she was standing on the water! Then she started moving through the water toward the raft like she was surfing-but with no surfboard, and with no waves! Chisel was amazed. This seagull was talented!

When she got close to the raft, the seagull jumped onto the end of it. A second later, Chisel suddenly felt the whole raft lift up into the sky and start going faster. Very timidly, he moved toward the side of the raft and looked over to see how he was flying. To his surprise, the raft was sitting on the back of a whale, which was swimming toward the Point.


Within fifteen minutes, Chisel could faintly see the Point approaching through the fog. When they were very close, the whale suddenly blew through his blowhole, sending Chisel and the raft flying through the air. The raft landed with a huge splash on top of a big wave, and Chisel rode it like a surfboard onto the sand.

He found a boat dock toward his right with a sail boat tied to it and some old wooden stairs on his left that led up the cliff. After climbing many stairs to the top of the cliff, he collapsed onto his back and rested on some grass.

A few seconds later without any notice, a loud flapping noise shook him awake, and he opened his eyes just in time to see the seagull land right on his stomach. Chisel was too tired to move or say "shoo!" so he just lay there and frowned up at the seagull.


He had made it to the lighthouse . . . but that is where the trouble would begin!


Chapter 4
Trouble at the Lighthouse


The seagull then squawked loudly right in Chisel's face and Chisel decided that before he was squawked at again he'd better get up and find the lighthouse keeper.

He started walking over to the lighthouse, and the seagull hopped on the lawn in front of Chisel, moving forward as though trying to lead him somewhere. Chisel followed. The seagull veered to the left toward a large garage.


Chisel slid the garage door open, but it was still dark inside. He heard a voice in the back corner. "Who's there?" And before Chisel could answer, the voice added, "And watchya doin' there? And can ya help me here? Now do ya hear?"

Chisel answered, "I am here. And yes I hear. If I knew where, I'd help you there. It's Chisel! And who is the voice?"

"Well, voices don't have names, of course, but the animal behind the voice is Poompkin."

"You mean Pumpkin, like the big orange things?" Chisel asked.

"Now a pumpkin wouldn't be talking, would it? And I probably know my own name, don't you think?"

At that moment, the seagull, who was behind Chisel, squawked loudly, and Chisel responded, "Okay, okay!" He entered the garage and saw that he had been talking to an older-looking rat with gray hair. Poompkin was sitting on the floor, and a huge tree had crashed through the ceiling and wall.


"Hoot Baloot! Are you okay?"

"Last night during the windstorm, this tree came crashing into the workshop and knocked me onto the floor," Poompkin said. "I think I broke my hip."

Chisel found a wheelbarrow and wheeled Poompkin over to the first floor of the lighthouse where he lived.


* * *
Meanwhile, the Mean Minks who were now walking down The Beach Trail, stopped when they saw a fat bobcat leaning against a tree and groaning.

"Have you seen a hedgehog?"

Bobcat just pointed toward the beach, still too full to respond.

* * *
Poompkin suggested tunafish sandwiches for lunch and Chisel said, "How 'bout we add some peanut butter to make them extra good?" They talked as they ate, and then Chisel built him some crutches to get around with while his hip healed. Then Chisel told him all about his planned trip to Volcano Island.

Poompkin shuddered when he heard it and said, "I was sailing close to the island one day and there were monkeys out on the beach shrieking and shaking and showing their teeth-ready to attack me if I went ashore. And then that volcano erupted-rumbling and shaking and smoking terribly. Don't go there!"

Chisel squinted, folded his arms, thought, and then said, "Volcano Island is my quest, and that is where I'll go!"

Poompkin then said that he could use his sailboat, so they loaded it with all the necessary equipment needed for an early start the next morning, including a Super-Duper squirt gun that Poompkin gave Chisel for protection against the monkeys! Chisel then took the boat for a practice run.


That night after Chisel and Poompkin ate dinner, there was a knock at the door. Chisel answered and saw a nicely dressed animal with a hat pulled down low on his head, wearing glasses, and holding a briefcase. His three Mean Mink brothers smiled as they hid in the bushes.

The animal then started telling Chisel it was good to find him and that Chisel's great-uncle had died and left him a lot of money. "Please come out to the bushes, and I will show you what is in my briefcase," the animal said.

As he was talking, Chisel's smile slowly straightened as he carefully studied the animal. Chisel did not have a great-uncle and this animal reminded him of someone-but who? As Chisel stepped out of the front door, he imagined the animal's face without glasses. He took another step and imagined him without the hat. The image now in his mind was . . . his eyes popped open and a memory flashed through his mind about THAT THING that happened BACK THEN. And the words escaped from his mouth, "MEAN MINK!"

The Mean Mink brother grabbed for him, but Chisel ducked and the Mink's arms went around thin air and then back around himself. The brothers all jumped up, and one yelled to the one by Chisel, "QUIT HUGGING YOURSELF AND GRAB HIM!"

Chisel started running, and all four Minks followed. He ran around the lighthouse two times with the Minks getting closer and closer. After the second time around, one of the Minks stopped and ran in the opposite direction. When Chisel came around the lighthouse again and saw the Mink running toward him, Chisel had to turn and run across the lawn, looking for somewhere to hide, but there was no place to go. If he turned right or left, the Minks would catch him. He kept running straight-approaching the cliff. "What to do? Where to go?" he thought. When the cliff was only five feet away, he knew what he had to do and where to go-and with a lunge, he threw himself into the air-fifty feet above the sea below.

The Minks screeched to a halt and watched Chisel hurl through the air toward the water. He did a somersault in the air, raised one knee, put his hands around it, and did a perfect cannonball-splash into the water, sending a small tidal wave in all directions. The Minks were awestruck. "Ahhh, he's good!" one of them said. "THERE'S SOME STAIRS. LET'S GO!" yelled another.

As they got to the beach, Chisel was just climbing onto the boat dock. As he saw the Minks running toward him, he flung himself into the sailboat, untied it, and lifted the sail. By then, the Minks were sprinting and almost to the dock. As the sail filled with wind, the boat slowly started gliding out to sea.

Chisel looked behind him and saw two Minks about to jump off the dock toward him. Chisel turned back and started fanning the sail with both hands and looked behind him again. Two Minks had jumped and were now gliding toward him in the air, and the other two were just jumping off the dock. Chisel started puffing on the sail in hard, quick blows. The next time he looked back, the closest Mink was still flying toward him and reaching with one hand as far as he could until finally falling just short of the boat with his fingertips barely brushing the end of it, and splashing into the sea. The boat was sailing a little faster than the Mink could swim, and within a couple of minutes, the sound of hectic splashing behind the boat had faded into dark silence.

Chisel's heart took several minutes to calm. He sat still, staring into the dark as the boat was pulled out to sea. He sailed for half an hour and then said quietly to himself, "I guess I'm in trouble! Any clues that are out there, please come my way, and make it fast. I need to solve a mystery!" Chisel knew that solving the mystery might be the only thing that would save him. Then, it being too dark to sail, he took down the sail, snuggled with a blanket down in the bottom of the boat, and lay looking up at the stars. As he lay, he thought about his situation and what happened four days earlier that forced him on this journey . . . running for his life, to Volcano Island. . . .


Chapter 5
The Flying Skateboard

Tuesday, June 1 (Four days earlier). The sun had risen that morning on a day that would forever change a hedgehog, a lady, and the world in which they lived.

The hedgehog's name was Chisel. He lived in a pine-tree-shaded town called Shady Glen. The town was in a hidden valley which lay under a beautiful rainbow-colored sky that flowed and swayed like smoke in a breeze.

By 8:30, Chisel had woken up, eaten, walked down the dirt road to the one-room schoolhouse, and was sitting in class when the teacher started talking about volcanoes and lava and magma and explosions and escaping gases from the center of the earth.

After a few minutes, Chisel couldn't contain his excitement anymore and blurted out, "LET'S GO!"


Everyone looked over at him, and, realizing what he had done, Chisel sank down in his chair, quite embarrassed.

The teacher laughed and explained, "The only volcano around here is on Volcano Island, and it is active, and far too dangerous to explore."

Summer vacation was quickly approaching, and each student had to do a science project before school ended. Now Chisel knew what he would do. "I will journey to a distant island and look inside a volcano!"

After the science lesson, a rabbit on the far side of the room asked the teacher, "Who started our valley?"

The teacher smiled. "I wish we knew, but we don't. There are no books that tell of the beginning of our hidden valley. It's our greatest and saddest mystery in the valley. Animals tried to solve it for years-but couldn't. It's what we desire most but will never learn!"

Chisel sat staring at the ground in front of his desk, and thinking, while the other students left the room for recess. He slowly raised his head and looked across the room at his friend Bootle, the rabbit who had asked the question. She had also just slowly looked up and over at him, and they both smiled, nodding their heads up and down.

After school, Bootle walked home with Chisel. Her father owned the town grocery store. She was Chisel's best friend. They walked behind Chisel's house to a shed in the backyard, and from under a big pile of junk, Chisel pulled out an old dusty box with handwritten words on top that read: "Chisel and Bootle's Detective Stuff."

"Remember this?" he asked Bootle.

He opened it and pulled out two small black books to write clues in, a large magnifying glass, a container of white powder to take fingerprints with, a small telescope, and two detective hats.

Chisel looked at Bootle and asked, "Do you think we can solve the mystery of who started our valley?"

Bootle paused before answering, "I don't know. The mystery is probably over a hundred years old."

Then at the same time, they both smiled and said, "Why not?"

"I'm going to Volcano Island tomorrow after school," said Chisel. "I'll look for clues on the way."

"And I'll visit The Big City," added Bootle.

The only question for Chisel was how to get to Volcano Island from his house. Bootle went home and Chisel found his younger brother and asked, "What do you think, Doof?"

"Well, you could make a flying skateboard," Doofer replied.

"Well don't be ridiculous! You can't make skateboards fly!" responded Chisel. After he said it, though, his forehead wrinkled, and he started thinking. "Well, I guess you could put a little motor on it-and a pole with a handle on the front to hold onto-and some type of wings." He looked over at Doofer, paused, and exclaimed, "Well, what are you waiting for? We've got a flying skateboard to build!"

They got Chisel's skateboard and first put the pole and handle on. Then they found an old hair dryer to use for the motor but, when they connected it and turned it on, it made their feet too hot. Then they saw an old fan in the corner of the shed, and their eyes got really big, and they both smiled. They soon had the fan connected to the back of the skateboard.

Now it was time for the really tricky part-the wings. At first they used an umbrella like a helicopter. Chisel pushed the skateboard down the road with all the speed he could muster and then started opening and closing that umbrella really fast. One time, he got the skateboard off the ground but, after ten seconds, his arms were so tired that he stopped pumping and fell back down.


Then they looked at the umbrella and got an idea. They cut it in half and connected the two pieces underneath the skateboard and tied a rope to each new wing. Finally, they pulled the ropes up around the pole handle. Now, whenever they wanted the wings to open, they just pulled on those ropes.

They wheeled the skateboard out to the road in front of their house for a test flight. Chisel turned on the fan and started racing down the road on the skateboard. After picking up speed, he pulled the ropes, and, like a helium balloon someone let go of, he shot into the sky! Unfortunately, just like riding a bike for the first time, he had no idea how to control the skateboard, and was soon a hundred feet in the air flying wildly, yelling, "AAAAAHHHHH," "WAHOWWWWWA," "HOOT BALOOT!" while doing loop-t-loops, banking left and right, and flying upside down hanging from the handlebars.


Chapter 6
A People-Person!

That same morning, Francine Anabel had awoken, stretched, and smiled in anticipation of a wonderful hike in the woods. If she had known the terrible problems she would cause that day, she would have rolled over and kept sleeping. But she didn't-and as she stepped from her bed, her life and world would change forever.

She lived in the people's-city of Mayfield, many miles from Chisel's hidden valley. She was a third grade teacher, age 25, and since her school year had just ended for the summer, she planned to go camping in the woods on the outskirts of town. When people heard where she was going, they said, "Don't try camping in the outer woods, the wind there is unbearable. It's like a hurricane." But she decided to go anyway.

* * *
Meanwhile, that same morning, two of Miss Anabel's third grade students, a boy and a girl, were reading their monthly edition of a magazine called "Junior Detective Club" together. They had been members since the previous December and read each monthly magazine, learning the latest secrets on how to spy on people and solve mysteries. "No case too small," was their motto and they practiced on their families and friends.

They had found several "orphan" socks for the boy's mother by using mirrors to look behind the washing machine. They found a lost wad of gum that their friend Keleny had been chewing on for two weeks, by using the keen nose of their dog, Squeeze, to smell it. He found it in her room on the windowsill behind the curtain. They found Mrs. Bennerly's lost car keys in some pants in the dirty clothes hamper by using a metal detector. And lastly they had found Mr. Gable's dog, Sparky, by barbequing steaks in his front yard (they unexpectedly found three other dogs, too, though).

The children's names were Talkin and Root. Actually those were their nicknames, given to them, as Talkin explains, "to me by my third grade teacher Miss Anabel because that is what I was always doing in her class-now everyone calls me that. And to Root because one day when we were young (before kindergarten), he made fun of my long hair braids and ribbons so I pulled his hair so hard that he crowed like a rooster, 'A-ra-u-ra-u-ruuuuu!' That's when I started calling him Rooster, and then I shortened it to Root because he loves root beer so much."

They had just finished reading in their magazine about "spying techniques, taboos, and trickery," when Miss Anabel, wearing a small backpack, walked by their house. They saw her from Talkin's living room window just as they were talking about who they were going to spy on. Talkin and Root smiled at each other. "MOM, WE'RE GOING OUTSIDE TO DO SOME JUNIOR DETECTIVE STUFF," Talkin yelled to her mom in the other room.

"Have fun. Make sure you're back for dinner."

They secretly followed Miss Anabel successfully out of the city, along a country road, lined with trees, and eventually to a dirt trail leading into the forest.

* * *
After arriving in the forest in the afternoon, Francine Anabel fished along a river while moving upstream. Francine could indeed feel the wind becoming stronger and stronger, and finally had to stop at a log that lay across the river because the foggy wind was becoming unbearable. She almost turned back, but across the river, through the wind, she thought she could see something it looked like the faint form of a woman. Francine looked harder; the woman was facing her and was slowly motioning with her hand to Francine to come to her. As Francine watched, the lady moved to her left, until she became harder to see through the foggy wind and slowly disappeared. Francine stepped onto the log, sat down, and inched her way across it.

On the other side, the wind was awful! It blew like a hurricane blowing from her left to her right. She crouched down to avoid being blown away. She felt she must get away-she must go back! She looked around, but the wind was thick with fog. Then up ahead, once again, she saw the shape of the lady. She was hard to see-almost ghost-like through the wind, and she again beckoned for Francine to come forward as she herself kept walking backwards until out of sight.

After moving forward, Francine looked to her left and under a bush and between two large boulders, mostly hidden from view, she spied a large hollow log. She crawled toward it and took shelter inside. "Oh, what a relief!" she thought. It was quiet inside the log, and she closed her eyes and rested.

Francine was still sitting inside the hollow log and heard a woman's voice say, "Come inside."

Francine's eyes shot open, and she looked through the opening on the other end of the log, from where the voice had come. She saw a lady's legs and feet pass by.

* * *
Talkin and Root watched from behind a bush as Francine crossed the log and struggled as she entered the wind. They were too far away to see the lady in the wind though. Francine then disappeared behind a rock and bushes.

"Wow, what's she doing that for?" Root questioned.

"She must be crazy going into that wind," Talkin added.

By then it was 3 p.m., and they decided they had to turn back to get home by dinnertime.

"I didn't know you could go inside that wind," Root said. "Let's come back when we can go further."

"Yeah," replied Talkin, "I want to see what's inside."

* * *
As Francine crawled through and went out the other side of the log, the lady whom she had seen was nowhere around. "Did I just imagine her?" she thought. "But the voice was so clear."

There was no wind on this side of the log, and the clearing she entered was peaceful and beautiful. Everything was greener, and the sky . . . the beautiful sky! It was not only light blue but faded colors of the whole rainbow! And as she watched it, the sky moved in constant slowly swirling waves . . . it was gorgeous!

As she marveled at the sky, something darted across it above her-tumbling and rolling . . . and yelling!

* * *


It was Chisel Hedgehog who was out of control, flying his flying skateboard above The Hidden Clearing, which Francine had just entered. Then, a gust of wind hit him, and he finally lost hold of the skateboard and fell down through the sky toward the trees. The flying skateboard landed in one tree and he in another-lightly hitting one branch after another until a vine caught his leg and left him hanging upside down, tangled in the ivy growing on the tree.

The branch of the tree he was now hanging from was five feet directly in front of Francine, and Chisel hung a few feet above her. She looked at the thing hanging there, closed her eyes and rubbed them, and looked again. It was a fully clothed hedgehog!


Chisel grunted. His head was reeling with dizziness. He opened his eyes, but everything was blurry. He pleaded, "Excuse me please! Is there anyone who could provide assistance? Oh please, I am in need of help!"

Had she just heard him talk? "Umm, Uhh, yes I can help," she stammered.

Chisel was shocked to hear someone standing right in front of him. A crashing sound from high in the tree to their right then interrupted them, and Francine looked up as something fell through the tree branches. She jumped to her left just before the object hit the ground with a thud three feet away. She studied it with amazement it was a skateboard with handlebars, wings, and a fan on the back!

She forgot about the hanging hedgehog until a voice stated, "Umm, excuse me, but all the blood is going to my head here! Could you offer some assistance?"

Francine shook her head and answered, "Umm, yes . . . yes, sorry! Let me move this rock under you and help you down."

Once she positioned a rock underneath him, she stood on it and reached up and untangled him. Then she lifted him down and carefully put him on the ground.


Chapter 7
The Hidden Valley

Chisel sat down on the ground and put his hands on his head. "Oh gee, my head hurts!


They looked at each other.

"You're a hedgehog that talks!" Francine said.

Chisel raised his eyebrows. "And, I'm sorry, but you're the ugliest animal I've ever seen-since you lost all the hair on your face."

"I'm not an animal. I'm a person from outside the valley."


"Outside!" Chisel exclaimed. "How'd you get in?"

Francine pointed at the hollow log.

"How did you learn to talk?" asked Francine. "Because animals don't talk where I'm from. And not only that, but you speak the same language I do!"

Chisel squinted his eyes and thought about The Mystery of the Valley, of not knowing how it was started. "Have I stumbled onto a major clue here? Maybe I'll be the hero of the valley if I solve it-the first one in a hundred years to know the answer!" He then told her that all the animals in this valley talk.

Francine said, "I should introduce myself. I'm Francine-Francine Anabel. I'm from Maple Street in the people's-city."

"I'm Chisel Hedgehog," Chisel smiled.

The sun was about to set. Chisel stood and pointed at a branch in the tree they were under. "Climb up with me to that branch and I'll show you the valley."

Sitting on the branch, the scene was beautiful as the sun set-little farms and pastures and streams and dirt roads lined by trees. They watched as house lights came on and the little specs of new light spread across the valley.


"When did this all begin? And how did animals learn to talk?"

"No one knows. That is The Mystery of the Valley!"

They sat for a while, and then Chisel asked, "Are you going home tonight?"

"No. I was going to sleep here and go home tomorrow at twelve o'clock."

Chisel squinted and slowly stated, "There is no such thing as twelve o'clock. Clocks only go up to ten o'clock!" He paused, "Or at least in The Hidden Valley."

Then a chill went down his back as a memory entered his mind. He remembered outloud, "Last year by The Old Mill, I found a sundial overgrown with plants." He looked at Francine. "The sundial has twelve numbers!"

They both knew what this meant. The sundial was from the people's-city-a person had been here before! That made Chisel think of something. He said, "There are some very old houses on Dipagoo Highway that look different from any other houses in the valley. I wonder if they might give a clue to help solve The Mystery of the Valley. Maybe you could look at them and see if they look like anything from the people's-land."

Now the rays of the full moon lit the valley and all animals had gone inside. Chisel and Francine started hiking down the mountain toward Shady Glen. They followed The Old Mill Creek to Main Street, then went left on Pilafeefer Road.


Chisel talked the whole way about everything they passed. At about midnight, they finally turned left onto Ookanoo Way and, soon after, made it to the old houses on Dipagoo Highway. Francine thought she had seen similar houses before, so she studied them carefully to look for ones that looked the same in her city.

Then they turned around and started walking back toward Shady Glen. On their way, they took a back way to Chisel's house, and Chisel showed Francine his house and yard.

At 5:30 in the morning, they left Chisel's house, walked down Shady Road Street, and turned left onto Main Street. It was so fun for Francine to look at all the little shops. She was actually almost as tall as they were, so she felt like a giant. If any of the animals had seen her, they would have thought she was one.

Before they went into the trees, at the far end of Main Street, a door opened and Mr. Otter came out in his robe to get the newspaper. Mr. Otter saw movement at the end of the street and looked up just as Chisel and Francine were walking into the trees. He rubbed his eyes and looked again, and they were gone. He laughed and told himself, "I thought I saw Chisel Hedgehog with what appeared to be a people-person. I must be seeing things. When I see Chisel next time, I'll ask him what animal that really was!"

When they returned to The Hidden Clearing, Chisel once again thanked Francine for saving him from his tangled web of ivy. She told him she would research the Dipagoo Highway houses, and they agreed to meet in three weeks on a Tuesday when Chisel expected to return from Volcano Island. Then she would tell him the news.

Chisel replied, "I'll keep a journal of my journey to Volcano Island, and I'll let you read about my adventure when I see you next."

Francine smiled. "I would love that!"

Chisel then grabbed his skateboard and walked down the trail.

Before leaving, Francine again climbed The Lookout Tree, and as the morning sunrays spread over the valley, she sat, looked, and smiled at the newfound wonder she had discovered.


Later that morning is when Chisel got himself into big, big trouble. . .


Chapter 8
The Bootle and Chisel Creed

It was a crisp, beautiful morning as Chisel walked back down the mountain. After leaving Francine, he felt like the happiest hedgehog alive after the excitement of the previous night and the great clues he was already finding. He hummed as he walked, and then mumbled some words to himself. Then he put both together, and as he sang, he skipped forward and back and shimmied to the side: [TRACK 4]

Here I go, go, go, yeah, one time again, well, here I go, go, go, um, over and again

Here I go, go, go, yeah, one time again, and over and over, and over again . . .

Yeah, here I go, go, go, one time again, and when I'll be back, I can't say for sure . . .

So here I go, go, go, yeah, one time again, well, here I go, go, go, um, over and again

Here I go, go, go, yeah, one time again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again! And again, and again, and again!

He walked past The Old Mill, and down Main Street to the schoolhouse. He arrived just a few moments before it was time to begin, saw Bootle, and excitedly told her, "You will never believe who I met!" The school bell rang then so he added, "I'll tell you at recess."

In Chisel's class, the teacher stated, "This is a very important day. At the end of third grade, the Mayor of The Hidden Valley and his advisors, the Valley Council, visit all schools to tell them our most important law."

The Mayor and Valley Council were sitting in the front of the class facing the students. The Mayor rose and spoke, "Most of you don't know yet, but our valley is hidden from creatures on the outside called people."

Chisel perked up when he heard this and started to raise his hand to say that he had met one last night, but before his hand got all the way up, the Mayor continued, "DON'T EVER TALK TO ONE! If they knew, about this valley they would turn us into a huge zoo, because on the outside of the valley animals don't talk. The Law of the Valley is very strict. It has never happened, but any animal who talks to a person will be kicked out of the valley."

Chisel's eyes had slowly been opening further and further as the Mayor was talking, and Chisel's hand had slowly sank to his side. Without moving his head, he moved his wide-open eyes slowly from his right to left to see if anyone was looking at him. His eyes met Mr. Otter's, who was on the Valley Council and sitting with them in the front of the room. Mr. Otter was in charge of making sure all the laws were kept in the town of Shady Glen. He had been studying Chisel the whole time, and Chisel quickly looked down. The Mayor and Valley Council were excused then, and the teacher continued with another lesson . . . but Chisel heard nothing!

At recess, as Chisel walked out of the schoolroom, Bootle caught up to him, "You don't look good, Chisel. Are you all right?"

Chisel looked at her and repeated his earlier statement, but this time with no excitement, "You'll never believe who I met!"

Before he could tell her, Mr. Otter walked up. "I've been waiting for you Chisel." He then started to laugh. "It's really rather funny, but this morning I saw you with a really tall animal and I actually thought it looked like a people-person. Isn't that funny?"


Chisel laughed nervously. "Yes . . . funny . . . gotta go!" He then ran toward Shady Road Street, grabbed his flying skateboard, which was leaning against a tree, and ran all the way home.

Mr. Otter yelled after him, "BUT WHAT WAS THAT REALLY?"


Half an hour later, Bootle found Chisel hiding in the shed behind his house. He was pushing something into his full backpack, zipping it, and placing it on his back.

"What's wrong, Chisel?"

Chisel looked past her to the door of the shed. "Did anyone follow you?"

"I don't think so," she answered.

Chisel walked around her to the shed doors, peeked outside, and then closed them. Sunrays lit the shed through the spaces in the wooden slats that made the walls of the shed. "Can you keep a secret?"

"Of course," she replied.

Chisel continued, "I'm in trouble. I have met and talked to a people-person."

Bootle's eyes popped open very wide and she exclaimed, "A people-people-person?"

Chisel nodded, "Yes." He then told her the whole story about meeting Francine and taking her into the valley.

Bootle gasped. "Why'd you take her into the valley?"

"I didn't know it was wrong, and I thought she might help us with The Mystery of the Valley. Remember that sundial with twelve numbers? I think it came from the people's-city."

"Oh, Chisel," she said, "don't ever talk to her again or let anyone know, or you'll be kicked out of the valley. It's the law, and I'll never see you again."

"I know," Chisel replied. "But if Mr. Otter keeps asking me, I will have to tell him. I don't tell lies. I tried it once, and it tasted like rotten eggs. And I won't do it again."

"Maybe if you don't see Mr. Otter again until you get back from Volcano Island, he will forget about it."

"And if he doesn't?"

There was silence and then Bootle spoke slowly, "Maybe if we really do solve the Mystery of the Valley and who started it, they'll have mercy on you and not kick you out."

Chisel pressed his lips together, squinted, and stated, "It's my only hope."

Bootle added, "Every day we will start anew. We'll cover every corner of the valley looking for anything that is old that might be a clue. Enough old things put together might tell a story!" She put her hand on his shoulder. "It might be hard and it might be long, but this I know. . . we can!"

Hope reappeared on Chisel's face. He grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil, and on the top he wrote, "The Chisel and Bootle Creed." After writing the creed together, Chisel got out his little black book and wrote the first two clues:

Clue #1: People speak same language as us.

Clue #2: Sundial has twelve numbers, but Hidden Valley clocks only have ten numbers. Did it come from People's city?


Then they went outside. Chisel rubbed his chin, thinking, and told Bootle, "Listen, you'll need some money in The Big City for food and stuff. I've never told anyone this, but there is a treasure of gold coins in a dirty brown stream in a place called Pootan's Forest near The Big City." He then told her how to get there and where to find them.

Then they clasped their right hands and stated their Chisel and Bootle Creed together, "On the journeys of discovery, we now do go, to find the clues, of the time before.

We shan't return, till we find at last, the needed news, to find the past."

They clasped their left hands together also and said, "This we promise, this we pray,"

They hugged and whispered in each other's ears, "Good luck good friend, till we meet again."

Bootle then left, and Chisel waved good-bye from his backyard.

At the same time Chisel was waving, Mr. Otter was knocking on Chisel's front door to find out if he had talked to a people-person . . . and that is what started Chisel running for his life from Mr. Otter and others to Volcano Island, and what started Chisel Hedgehog's Crazy Great Summer!

* * *
Saturday, June 5. Chisel blinked, and his memories of four days ago vanished. He looked around and remembered he was lying in the bottom of a sail boat heading to Volcano Island. He looked at the moon and wondered what Bootle was doing. . . .
* * *
Bootle was also admiring the moon at the same time that Chisel was from the boat. She also lay snugly under a blanket, but miles away from Chisel, on soft grass in a meadow in Pootan's Forest. She was tired after her walk across the valley and her search for the treasure coins. But now she was comfortable, relaxed . . . and, a little richer!

The greatest treasure she found, though, was not the gold coins she would spend that Chisel told her about, but something else-far more valuable than gold.

Just before entering Pootan's Forest, she stopped and turned her head around to look across the dirt road at the area known as The Haunted Woods. The moaning and groaning coming from the woods was awful, but she couldn't see anything through the dense forest and overgrowth. When she was just ready to turn and run into Pootan's Forest, she saw the sun sparkle on something shining on the dirt road just under the leaf of a bush. She hesitated, but couldn't resist walking over to see what it was.

One foot at a time, she tiptoed across the street while keeping her eyes on the woods in case a monster jumped out of the bushes. Finally, at the bush, she slowly and silently bent over while keeping her head up and looking at the bushes. Then, quickly, all in one motion, she shot her arm down to where she had seen the sparkle, grabbed all the dirt where the thing had been, and ran back toward the other side of the street. She kept running far enough into Pootan's Forest until she could no longer hear the moaning, and then sat down on a log to rest.

She sat panting, trying to catch her breath, and looked at her clenched fist. She looked around, scared that maybe one of the moaning monsters had followed her, and then turned her hand over and slightly opened her fingers so that the dirt slowly fell away through them. A shape started to show, then more and more of it as the dirt disappeared . . . it was a silver ring. She slowly turned the ring around and studied several small engravings: a sundial (clock), a rainbow, the initials MTB, 10M, three coins, four unicorns, two houses, and two books. On the inside was inscribed the words, "The Hidden Valley," and a date from 110 years ago. "This is the oldest thing I've ever seen!"

She put it on her finger and wrote a clue in the black book that Chisel had given her: A silver ring with several small engravings dated 110 years ago. What do the engravings mean?

* * *
Back in the sailboat, Chisel said good night to the moon and snuggled up in his blanket. He had escaped from the Mean Minks but now hoped he could make it to Volcano Island and not get lost at sea forever. "I feel there are clues that await me there . . . but there are also wild, savage monkeys!"

What Chisel didn't know, was that on Volcano Island there was also a swamp monster, trees that grew feathers, an erupting volcano, more diamonds than he could ever use, a secret he would discover that was the biggest in the world, and that he might have to stay on the island for the rest of his life . . . and much more. . . .

Chisel's whole summer will turn out to be one perilous adventure after another, in places like the jungles of Volcano Island, The Haunted Woods, Look Around Mountain, and The Cave of the Tooth.

Chisel will have to develop plans of escape including disguises #1, 2, and 3, use his flying skateboard hot-air-trash-bag-balloon-plane, and create the worst stink bomb recipe in the world to subdue his pursuers. He must overcome his own fear, and despair, always looking on the bright side of life by singing his songs of optimism. Then when all seems lost he must decide whether to follow mysterious images that appear to him.

Each day follow Chisel on the Master Map, listen to the songs he sings, and enjoy the pure "hootbalootin" fun, adventure, and optimism. Then journey with Chisel as he builds the world's largest tree house (to shoot tomatoes at the Flying Squirrels with his giant sling shot), discover with him how to make gum with amazing flavors like buttered popcorn and pepperoni pizza, and see if he can find the treasure of Pootan's Forest.

Then envision Chisel saying, "Hope is free, and hope is mine, today I grab it and will not let go! And if anyone has lost it, come see me. I have plenty you can borrow."

You'll find all this and more in Chisel Hedgehog's tragic, but amazing, Crazy Great Summer!

[TRACK 15]:

Chisel Hedgehog is a friend of mine, laughing, playing all of the time, living in the country is a wonderful life, plenty to do from the morning to night.

Chisel Hedgehog is a friend of mine, laughing, playing all of the time, the meadows are green, and the sky is blue, flowers of red, yellow, and a purple hue, Chisel Hedgehog is a friend of mine.

Chisel Hedgehog's always buying time, always thinking how to get out of a bind, funny all the things that happen to him, always treading water, or out on a limb.

Chisel Hedgehog is a friend of mine, laughing, playing all of the time, look in the sky and he's on a balloon, floating past you yelling, "Hey, what should I do?" Chisel Hedgehog is a friend of mine.

Chisel Hedgehog made it home again, to his home by the town of Shady Glen, every day a new adventure begins, to Chisel Hedgehog and his friends.

Chisel Hedgehog is a friend of mine, laughing, playing all of the time, the next time you're out in the woods, look around, you might see Chisel, and might find his little town, Chisel Hedgehog is a friend of mine.


Deleted Scenes

In Book 1 Francine originally met Chisel after he forgot his backpack in the Hidden Clearing and Francine found it with Chisel's journal inside.


In Book 3 Chisel thought that chewing on rocks was a great way to resist junk food between meals, so he offered Pooder a rock to chew on. I deleted the scene but divided the illustration into two parts and used them in other places. The picture of Chisel went into Book 7 when he offered Moonager a geode.



Originally, the second time Francine met Chisel, she didn't see him until he dropped a pine cone on her head.

In Book 5, when Chisel originally went to the People's city, all the neighborhood kids accidentally saw him. In the final version of the book, they did not see him. I colored the whole scene, but only used Chisel and Francine sitting on the couch.







Copyright


To Jessica, Megan, Cory, and Keleny-the first kids on the block that heard of Chisel's crazy, great adventures.

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Text, Song, Illustration, & Audio file copyrights � by Perry Crompton. All rights reserved. No part of this book, words, songs, illustrations, or audio content may be reproduced in any way without the prior written permission of Perry Crompton. For information write to: chiselhedgehog@yahoo.com


Credits


Written by Perry Crompton Illustrated by Baruch Inbar, colored by Perry Crompton All songs produced by Perry Crompton and Andreas Geck* Music, lyrics, and choral arrangements by Perry Crompton Musical arrangements, instruments, and recording by Andreas Geck at San Andreas Recording Studios, Burbank California * * "Thinking of the Memories" musical arrangements, instruments, and recording by Billie Stevens along with all final music editing, mixing, & mastering at Dinky Music Recording Studios, Corona California Text audio recording, and music integration by Perry Crompton at Mini-P Recording Studios, Redondo Beach California Accoustic guitar by Wilfried Geck Vocals by: Duncan Ballard, Keleny Crompton, Ashley Ybarra, Lara Walters, Emily Ballard, Aaron Gates, Megan Papavero, Megan Barber, Kelsie Miller, Cory Crompton, Derrik Peterson, Cody Branham, Justin Behzad, Josh Behzad, Jessica Boyer, Alisa Neilan, Tara Noland, Nathan Fritz, Jason Loomis, Perry Crompton, Andreas Geck, Wilfried Geck. Editing help by Cynthia Cole, Rob Boyer, Keleny Crompton CD Art by Jessica Boyer Bear and Owl reference by Keleny Crompton "Good Friend, Good bye" inspired by Frank Muir

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