scent. He stood up and stalked along the bars of the cage before letting out a low-pitched growl that rumbled through my ribs right into my heart. Then he plunked himself down again. However, there was something in his expression that made me feel sorry for him as much as scared of him.
âMaybe he just wants to be friends with us?â I said to Benny. âHe looks pretty lonely.â
âYeah right, Stunt. He may look like an overgrown kitten, but if you tried to pat him heâd take your hand off. Heâs still a wild animal.â
âI know Iâm an idiot for dragging you here and getting us locked up in a cage, but Iâd never pat a lion, even if he looked super lonely,â I said.
I didnât want to think about the gunshot and what it might mean for Blindfold, because then I wouldnât be able to formulate a plan to escape and thatâs exactly what I needed to do, to get us the hell out of here.
But there were a couple of problems. Problem number one: we were in a locked cage, which wasnât truly a problem for me because I am a master at picking locks. When I perform my straightjacket escape trick, I have to pick seven padlocks right before the audienceâs eyes. However, I do usually have two paperclips hidden inside my mouth; today I didnât have any because when I left home I didnât know I would need paperclips in order to escape from a cage. Otherwise I would have brought some with me.
I had to think laterally. I scanned the room and noticed a clipboard and pen attached to the lionâs cage. If I could get to that pen, I could fashion it into a picking device. Unfortunately, problem number two was slightly larger than problem number one: the lion was right next to the clipboard and was nuzzling his face against it, as if he was scratching an insect bite.
âOkay, Benny, Iâve got a plan.â
âWhat is it this time, Stunt?â said Benny rolling his eyes. âYouâre always getting me into trouble. Maybe we should just wait. Theyâre probably calling your sister and my parents to come get us so they can ground me until Iâm seventy-five.â
âAre you mad, Benny? These people may have shot Blindfold!â A giant lump of sadness caught in my throat and made it hard to swallow. âNobody even knows weâre here! They could just mince us up and feed us to the lion. Weâve got to get out of here.â
âHow?â he said, shaking his head. âIn case you havenât noticed, weâre locked in a cage, Stunt Boy.â
âI need you to distract the lion while I get that pen over there,â I said, pointing to the clipboard.
âWhat do you want a pen for â to write a letter to the police saying weâre being held hostage?â said Benny, sarcastically. âAnd what do you mean, you want me to distract the lion?â
âI donât know. Sing him a song, or maybe do some star jumps or jumping jacks. Just get his attention and get him off his lazy butt. When heâs distracted, I can reach into the cage and grab the pen. You may even get home before your mum finds out we came OverEast.â
âI doubt that â weâre already busted. But okay, letâs give it a try,â said Benny sceptically. âI donât have to get too close, do I?â
Benny edged to the middle of the cage and started doing little star jumps, but the lion didnât budge.
âOver here Mr LOL cat, come and have a laugh, Mr LOL cat,â he said before he started singing. âLa le lol, la le lol, la le lol.â
âLaugh out loud cat! Thatâs funny, Benny,â I said, but the lion didnât find it funny and didnât laugh out loud. He looked bored. He was probably thinking, Why is this lunatic kid trying to make me laugh and making up stupid songs in a cage?
âIt is not working, Stunt. Heâs too lazy,â said Benny. âYou know lions sleep
Christopher David Petersen