“I’ll steal some bread while I’m at it,” I mumble again, a little taken back by my courage today.
Crackling twigs prompts me to halt. Hiding behind a tree, Premethius’s statue and the promenade are visible from where I’m standing. Two horsemen stand with coconut mouth guards hanging around their necks. Rolling my eyes, I watch them chatting about a few yards away.
‘”Stupid, twits,” I say under my breath, disgusted they were guarding near the glen.
Sighing, I press my hands up against the bark of the tree. I narrow my eyes at the horsemen, unsure of how to distract them. One of the horsemen picks at a piece of food lodged in his grisly red beard and then eats the morsel. The other twit, I mean horseman snorts mucus and then spits slimy snot on the grass. Gagging, I cover my mouth to muffle the noise. My soul nearly leaps out of my body when I hear bells clanging in the promenade. Someone must have broken a law. Impossible. Everyone is in the Arborituary today. The two horsemen scramble to the promenade to catch the law breaker. Probably a creative. My body shakes with doubt. Maybe this isn’t the best day to steal paper. Even though my mind tells me to run back to my birch tree, my heart says keep going. Racing forward to hide behind another tree, my heart wins. As my feet hit the cobblestone of the promenade, I hide behind a treehouse that says, Sheyenne Sioux’s Medicine.
The sound of heavy stomping sweeps past me. Horsemen gallop towards the Arborituary. The law breaker must be heading in that direction.
“This is a lot of work for paper,” I whisper, but I know the thrill of being outside of my tree is worth it.
Moving across the promenade, I slowly peer from side to side.
“How odd, they even stopped ringing the bells.” I whisper again, walking into the middle of the promenade near Premethius’s statue. The wooden tree man statue stood erect in the center of town with his haughty chin pointing up to the clouds. His hands rested on his hips as if he completed an intriguing story and expected applause in return. Shaking my head, I walk past Premethius’s statue towards Grant’s Grocer which is a couple of feet away. Placing my hand on the tree knob of Grant’s Grocer, I push the door to check if its locked.
“Whoever you are, stop before the horsemen seize you.”
I pivot around to find out where the voice is coming from.