Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9 VAMPYRA AND ANNABELLE FLAPPED AND fluttered and flew through the wind. It tossed them And just when Vampyra thought that maybe she couldn't reach that old windmill, she heard a loud howl. "Wolfy!" she said. "I'll bet Wolfy and Franky are cheering us on!" "Quack!" said Annabelle. "That's right," said Vampyra. "We're almost there."

Vampyra and Annabelle flew over the covered bridge. They flew over the village. They flew across the fields and straight for the old windmill. The blades were going faster and faster, and the windmill was rocking back and forth. The closer Vampyra and Annabelle flew, the stronger the wind. The stronger the wind, the harder it was to fly. "Just… a… little… closer," said Vampyra. She flapped her wings as fast as she could. It was almost as if she was flying in place. But sometimes things are not that easy. Sometimes if you really want to do something, you have to work a little harder than normal. And that is exactly what Vampyra and Annabelle did.

Meanwhile, inside the old windmill, Baron Von Grump held on for dear life. First the music sheets blew out the window. Then it was his plates and spoons. Then his sock collection. Then his shoes. Then the socks on his feet. Everything was blowing out the window. Even Edgar was blown right out the window! "Cawwwwwwwwwwww!!!!" "Make. It. STOP!" cried Baron Von Grump.

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Edgar snatched the rope in his beak. You remember the rope, right? The rope that was connected to the crank? The crank that was connected to the paddles of the windmill? Well, Edgar grabbed right ahold of that rope and spun around and around and around and around with the windmill. Poor Edgar. "Look, Annabelle!" said Vampyra. "That's how we'll stop the windmill." "Quack!" said Annabelle. Vampyra and Annabelle flapped as hard as they could. They flew as fast as they could. They gritted their teeth and squinted their eyes and pushed. If they could just reach that rope! Just… …a little… …bit…

THERE! The rope spun around and around and around with Edgar dangling from the end. Vampyra grabbed the rope with her pointy little bat teeth. Then Annabelle grabbed the rope with her little orange duck beak. Together, Vampyra, Annabelle, and Edgar pulled. And PULLED. And PULLED so hard that the windmill began to slow down. Slower. Slower. Slowwwerrrrr. Until finally, it stopped. "Caw," said Edgar.