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Decorating Volpex Park (Part 4)

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“TROOPERS ARE MUSTERED, LADY BRUNHILDE,” the bike blared from the ditch. “UNDER ATTACK! PREPARE FOR DEFENSE. MUSTER…”

Aster fell silent as Forrest tore out its speaker.

Satisfied, the owl turned toward the other three, spread his wings threateningly, flexed his talons, and asked, “Well, what is this all about?”

Brunhilde burrowed into the Ranger’s shoulder, and the bear stepped between them and the owl.

“Sorry,” the little girl’s voice leaked out. “It didn’t work like on the show.”

“Show! Show? This isn’t a drama!” Forrest said. However, he sheathed his talons and folded his wings.

Brunhilde slipped out of the Ranger’s arms and passed the bear to bow to Forrest. “I am sorry. I just thought Stogie could reach up and hang those decorations.” She gestured toward the pile of Christmas decorations. “I didn’t mean to scare everyone.”

The bear cocked his head quizzically and peered at her. “Wha?”

“Wait. Let me explain,” the Ranger said. “The Volpex City mayor plans to hold a Christmas festival here. He sent decorations, but I wasn't sure how to hang them. Brunhilde had the idea that Stogie could hang them. Am I right, Brunhilde?”

“Yes, he’s so tall. I’ll help if his paws are too big.”

“I would appreciate the help,” the Ranger said.

“What does that entail?” the Bear asked.

“String lights.” The Ranger pointed to a roll of lights. “Hang decorations.” And he pointed to the crates. “And there's also an angel to put on top of the tallest tree.”

“Sure,” the bear said. “But not even I can reach the top of the trees.”

“Forrest can fly up and do that,” Brunhilde said.

The owl, who'd relaxed and was watching with amusement, unsheathed his talons again. “Not on your life!”

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Decorating Volpex Park (Part 3)

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The ranger looked bemused. “You know how to hang the decorations? How?”

Ding, ding, ding—“Stogie, we need you,” Brunhilde yelled. “Miss Aster, call the patrol.”

Asters, Brunhilde’s bike, voice boomed out, breaking the peaceful atmosphere.

“CYBER FLASH: ALL CYBERCYCLE PATROL, REPORT TO VOLPEX PICNIC PARK. ALERT TROOPER STOGIE. ALERT TROOPER FORREST. ALERT ALL AVAILABLE TROOPERS. ALERT CYBER FLASH.”

In response, a NeoKodiak Bear came running from the back of the picnic area, followed shortly by a NeoOwl.

The ranger started waving his arms, yelling, “It’s not an emergency!”

“Nottttt!!! Aaaa!!! Emerrrgencyyyy!!!” the owl screamed, talons outstretched.

The Ranger grabbed Brunhilde. “NO! STOP, FORREST!” he yelled at the owl.

He lifted the girl from the bike seconds before the owl grasped it and flung it into a ditch.

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Decorating Volpex Park (Part 2)

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“How are you doing, Brunhilde?” the Ranger called as her bike pulled up next to him. “Nice steed!”

“It’s a ‘Starfish Comet.’”

“Nice!”

Ding, ding, ding.

“My mom bought it for me. It’s just like Madam Asteroidea’s Cybercycle. Say hello, Miss Aster.”

“Greetings, Mr. Ranger,” the bike said. “Do you watch Cybercycle Patrol? It’s a fabulous show on Sundays at 10 o’clock.”

“I’m afraid not,” he replied, “but I’m sure it’s entertaining.”

“What’s that?” Brunhilde asked, pointing.

The Ranger followed her finger past the pile of goods to the forest’s edge. “A fallow deer. Now that we have NeoLupes, we’ve been able to introduce these deer.”

Ding!—“Wrong. That's not what I meant. That stuff.” The girl dropped her finger, making it clear where she was pointing.

“Oh, those are decorations for a Christmas event that the mayor is staging here. But I don’t know how I’ll hang them.”

Ding, ding, ding—“I know how!”

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Decorating Volpex Park (Part 1)

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The Ranger watched as rolls of multicolored lights, tinsel, and crates of bright globes were unloaded from a battered LAS (Low Altitude Shuttle). The shuttle’s side displayed the "Volpex Party Props" logo.

He looked down at the letter in his hand and reread it.

Office of the Mayor:

Sorry for the delay in messaging you. I wish to compliment you on how you handled the “Grand Cookout.” Your work was appreciated.

I must apologize for the short notice for that event.

I am writing to inform you of the council’s plans to replicate that success by holding a traditional 1900s Christmas celebration in your park. You will receive a delivery of decorations later today to hang for the event.

His Honor, the Mayor of Volpex One.

The Ranger looked at the 20-foot pines surrounding the picnic sites, then at the toolshed, and sighed.

Ding, ding, ding—a bell rang down the road.

He looked up and smiled as Brunhilde approached on a bright, shiny new bicycle. Today, she was wearing jeans, a pink down jacket, and braids that bounced on her head. She had been coming to the picnic grounds frequently, becoming a familiar feature.

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