Cyberchase

1. Cottontail Herdman

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Chapter One

This is probably the craziest story I have ever told. And let me just say, it had some competition. When you go to a school like mine, and have a family like mine, you can utter some pretty wild tales.

Let me back up just a little. My name is Audrey Moss, and I live in a small town in Maine. When I say "small" I don't mean what you think. I mean "small" as in the population is 38 and everybody knows everybody.

We don't get many tourists. The last time we had a tourist was the health inspector, and he meant to go somewhere else.

There isn't much to talk about, or even do here. I mainly just sit under my favorite oak tree at the edge of town and read. It's been the most interesting thing I've done since my mama taught me how. I used to read anything I could get my hands on. I liked how reading could take me places far away.

Anyway, there hasn't been many things that happened to anybody for a very long time. But that all changed the day Bunny Herdman came to town. Now, I know what you're picturing: a nice conserved person who doesn't like to cause trouble. NOT AT ALL. I think he gets some of his anger from his parents for naming him "Bunny." And also from growing up teased by other people. Apparently they used to call him "Cottontail."

When I heard that, I laughed out loud. But it really wasn't the time. That's because.....well......I'm getting ahead of myself. Sorry about that.

I have a tendency to ramble on and on and on and on. Even if I think I'm going on for a normal amount of time. Again, sorry!

Well, enough about me. Let's get on with the story.

So, one day, a new guy came to town. Everybody wanted the dirt, because that sort of thing never happened. They sent me to his house, because I was the youngest in town. Well there are a couple of babies and toddlers, but they couldn't go on a mission for information.

I baked some cookies and ran up the porch steps to the old run-down house that hasn't been lived in for a long time. I knocked on the door. About 30 seconds of silence go by, and I knock again. Now, I want you to know that I'm not exactly the most patient person you'll ever meet. So I knocked again, this time harder so Mr. Herdman would hear me. No answer.

Being the lovely person I am, I kicked the door, hard about five times. The door slowly swung open. I considered the situation. Truthfully, I actually didn't. I looked around to make sure nobody was watching. Nobody. I quickly ran inside.

Once inside, I realized just how run-down it was. There was peeling wallpaper and it looked as if somebody had tried to paint over it. There were bugs and spiders all over, but that wasn't even the worst part. There were paintings on the walls. Painting of clowns. And they were all covered in blood. I had never seen anything more horrible in my life.

"Oh my. I think this might be the ugliest house that I have seen in my life."

In hindsight, I probably shouldn't have said that out loud. But, when a house is that bad, you've just got to stop and marvel.

"Who are you?" said a deep voice. It wasn't just that. I felt as if I had heard it before. It took me a second before I could process that somebody was talking to me. I stood there frozen on the spot.

Slowly I turned around and almost vomited. It was a fashion nightmare. I don't want to describe it because I don't want to think about it anymore.

"Hey. I'm talking to you." I knew he was. But for some reason I couldn't stop staring at his appearance with my mouth wide open.

Finally, I processed that he said something.