26-THE ISLAND'S LAST SECRET

THE ISLAND'S LAST SECRET The ship glided off into the warm southerly winds. The breeze felt great rippling through my fur. It felt good to be out on the open sea. I guess I'd had enough of Thump Flop Island. I was looking forward to going home. I took one last look at the island. That's when I heard the sound. No, it wasn't a seagull squawking. It wasn't a monkey chattering. It sounded like... Thump... flop! Thump... flop! I gulped. Was it the GHOST of Silverpaw? Did he really live on Thump Flop Island? I smiled under my whiskers. I guess everyone has a right to a secret. Even an island!