Zzzzzzz. Blempy, carstile, beetlebomb. So nice. So, so tired… Sleeping? Me? What? Have you forgotten that I am Hank the Cowdog? The Head of Ranch Security never slumbacumba, hoopdy whoppers….
Ahem. It appears that we have had a breach of security and that a horde of turkeys has infiltrated our borders. It is almost certain that one of them is a spy.
Sounds scary, eh? You haven’t heard nothin’ yet. Just wait until I tell you about the wooden legged, eyepatch-wearing, firebreathing pirate that appeared on the ranch!
Well, maybe he wasn’t firebreathing. And maybe… as it turns out… Hahaha, you really thought it was a pirate, didn’t you? Well, heheh, I knew better than that the whole time. It’s just Little Alfred. He wants to play pirate ship up in the treehouse, and he wants me to be his first mate. Have I mentioned that I don’t like heights? Yet here I am, ascending into the treehouse in a rickety pully system… Oh boy, this doesn’t sound like such a great idea anymore…
Will Hank ever descend from these great heights?
Lots of arguing and name calling amongst humans and animals alike.
Various mild euphemisms – ‘gosh’, ‘heck’, ‘darn’, etc. – are used throughout.
Conclusion. Not as pleasurable as some of the other Hank stories. Read The Case of the Saddle House Robbery first.
Review © 2015 Laura Verret