Since most of us are still stuck at home, I thought I would share a fictitious trip to the library just for a bit of fun.
Elwood’s Hazardous, Dangerous, Exciting Trip to the Library
By: Steve Mathisen
The tall boy rolled over and tried to use his pillow to block the sound of his name being called.
“Elwood Phineas Dunkle! Get yourself out of bed and down here for breakfast this very minute,” his mother shouted
He knew the tone and that she would no longer tolerate being ignored.
He groaned, rolled over, slid out of bed, pulled on jeans and T-shirt, and headed for the kitchen with a slight detour to the bathroom to wash up.
When he got to the table, there was a book instead of his cereal bowl. Elwood looked at his mom.
“That book is due today. You need to make a trip to the library.”
“But Mom, I was going to−”
She set his bowl in place.
“You can do that after your trip to the library.”
After breakfast, Elwood put the book in his backpack and rode his bike toward the library.
He was taking a shortcut through the park when his shoelace came untied and got tangled up in the chain of his bicycle. He glanced down at his foot and hit a hidden tree root. The bike stopped suddenly. Elwood did a complete flip over the handlebars and landed staring up at the sky through the branches of a huge oak tree.
“Well, that was a dumb move,” Elwood said to himself. As he began tying his loose shoelace, he looked around for his bike only to see its rear wheel disappear around the trunk of the tree.
Forgetting his laces, he jumped up and yelled, “Hey, that’s my bike!” and then ran to where he had last seen his bike and … nothing. There was no bike to be seen anywhere. He ran back around the other way and again … nothing.
“What is going on here?” He said.
“What was that?” Elwood ran around the tree again looking for the source of the sound and once again . . . nothing.
He looked up and saw his bike, hanging twenty feet up, bouncing against the tree and going higher, with a rope around the handlebars!
Elwood quickly found the lowest branch and scrambled up the tree after his bike. He just barely got his hand on the rear wheel of the bike before it disappeared into the darkness of the upper branches of the tree. He climbed higher. He wanted to know what was going on.
He felt cold…and blind. It was so dark toward the top of the tree that he couldn’t see anything but, he heard voices.
His eyes adjusted to the dark, he could see three guys on a platform that was built right into the top of the tree. They had at least a half-dozen bikes. The guys were taking them apart, putting the little parts in boxes and hanging the bigger parts on racks hung on branches.
“Bike thieves,” he whispered, “right here in the middle of the park, hidden up in a tree!”
No one seemed to notice him, so he climbed back down to a lower branch and started thinking about what he had to do to get his bike back.
His brain was working rapid-fire coming up with ideas and tossing them out as impractical. Finally, he thought of three possible ideas.
First, he could climb back up and steal his bike back. That wouldn’t work, though, because the guys up in the tree were all bigger than he was.
Second, he could round up all his friends but, even with all of his friends, they probably couldn’t overpower those guys and force them to give him his bike back.
“I’ll go to Uncle Jim; he’s a police officer.”
“But wait, he’s going to want proof!”
He reached into his pocket for his “Emergency Only” phone.
“It has a camera, and this is an emergency.”
He climbed back up very slowly, took out his phone and took several shots of the treehouse workshop and the thieves. One of the thieves must have heard the little shutter sound the camera made because one of them turned and started toward him.
Elwood flew down so fast he almost fell, then he ran toward the police station as fast as he could. But, he tripped on his still untied shoelace and did the most splendid face plant ever seen in all of history and nearly knocked himself silly.
“Okay, another dumb move!” His head was spinning around, and he saw all sorts of blinking lights.
“I really need to tie that shoe.”
“There he is!” came a voice from the bike thieves tree.
Elwood looked and saw two huge boys running toward him, and they did not look like they wanted to help him.
Without getting his shoe tied, he jumped up and headed for the police station again. When he got to the street, the light at the crosswalk was red, and a lot of traffic was whizzing by.
“There he is, just waiting for us!”
Elwood turned and saw the two boys running hard after him.
“Uh oh! I better get going somewhere!”
Elwood ran to the left. The police station was down that direction anyway, and he could cross the street when it was clear.
After running two blocks without tripping, he saw the police station across the street. He looked both ways, saw that the traffic was clear enough for him to cross the street.
He crossed without tripping and was almost in front of the police station when the two bigger boys caught up to him. Each grabbed an arm and jerked him to a stop.
The one on his right said, “No, you don’t, twerp! You’re not gonna squeal on us!”
The one on his left pulled him around, so he was facing away from the station, put his face right in front of Elwood’s. “Yeah, because if you do, we’ll pound you to a bloody pulp.”
Just then, a voice came from behind him. “Is there some sort of trouble here, boys?”
It was Uncle Jim’s voice!
The first boy stiffened. “Oh no…officer…sir, we were just…”
Elwood wrenched himself out of the boy’s grasp and turned around, “Oh yes, there is Uncle Jim!”
The two boys took off, running back across the street towards the park.
Uncle Jim put his hand on his shoulder. “What’s going on here, Elwood?”
Elwood then explained the whole story and showed him the pictures from his phone. Uncle Jim took him inside the station, sat him down in the waiting area, talked to the sergeant, and showed him the pictures on Elwood’s phone. The sergeant nodded, picked up the phone, and spoke briefly. Then two officers walked in, talked to the Uncle Jim for a minute, and then headed back down a long hallway.
Uncle Jim sat next to him, “We have been trying to catch this ring of bike thieves for over a month. You’ve given us just the break we needed. Come show me where this tree is.”
They stood up and started to walk toward the door but, Elwood tripped on his shoelace again.
“Can I please tie my shoelace first?”
Uncle Jim chuckled, “You bet!”
“Oh, and one more thing,” Elwood reached into his backpack and pulled out a book. “Can we stop by the library? My mom will kill me if I don’t get this book returned today.”