6 MAKING A MOLD

CHAPTER 6 MAKING A MOLD Sassafras and I followed all my mom's steps to mix and pour the plaster. Now we were just waiting for it to dry. In my earlier rush to get home, I guess I'd forgotten my underwater viewer by the stream. "Whoops!" I said. I picked it up and peeked in at the merhorses. I found the one with the really pretty mane that had been so upset earlier. It was fine. No fighting. Sassafras came over and bumped his head into my leg. I scratched under his chin and he purred. "I guess that merhorse was feeling grumpy." I shrugged. "There must be something in the air—Pip was so grumpy yesterday, too. Huh." I looked down at my cat, but he was staring at some grass that was moving nearby.

He chattered and his tail twitched. Oh! Maybe the creatures who left the footprints were back! I scooped him up and tiptoed closer. "Awww, it's just a sweet little bunny, Sassafras," I whispered in his ear. He strained to get free. "No way, buddy. You are not going to chase that cute bunny!" I held him a bit tighter and sat down quietly to watch the bunny. It took a giant bite of grass and then chewed and chewed and… Wait. Didn't it sound like a much quieter version of the sound I heard at the stream earlier? And the sound I heard in

my garden with Pip? I closed my eyes and tried to remember. "Oh gosh, Sassafras! I think that weird noise we keep hearing is CHEWING!" In my excitement I'd forgotten to whisper. The poor bunny froze for a moment before bolting into the forest. "Sorry, little guy," I whispered after him, then set Sassafras down. I glanced at the bunny tracks just to be sure, but they looked like regular bunny tracks. So whatever was making that louder chewing noise was not a bunny. Or not a normal bunny, anyway. Sassafras huffed and trotted over to the plaster mold. He pawed it once. "Do you think it's ready?" I poked it with my finger. It seemed pretty solid. I wiggled it back and forth a few times, and it came free.

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