The Thumb in the Box

The Thumb in the Box — page 3
at the planks staring at every loose nail and clump of moss I was probably grinning People say I grinned all the time like I had a secret My name was as it is still Leon Mazzei but I had bet ter not describe my village or me right now The smoke has reached Muriel and she has roared Muriel the lion was once a pet owned by a woman who sneaked her onto a cruise ship sailing to Alaska Muri el wasn’t much more than a cub at the time The crew found her and the captain who had lost an arm to a lion when he pointed out a jeep window in Africa turned his ship into Pirate’s Inlet and dropped anchor just off the beach in front of our village The captain blew the ship’s deep-pitched whistle to make sure people in New Auckland noticed his vessel He didn’t need to blow the whistle at all Half the village was standing on the shore staring in surprise A small boat was lowered and three crew members motored over to the dock They left the lion cub promis ing to let authorities in Prince Rupert know it was there Maybe they did but nobody ever came and Muriel be came the village pet She lived as she does still in a huge pen behind the community center On the night of the fire I lifted my head wondering why Muriel was roaring She usually roared early in the morning when she was hungry Fire I yelled as soon as I spotted the smoke rising from behind Mrs Yatulis’s house Doors opened and people ran out carrying buckets The Yatulis shed I yelled pointing