“What is it? What is it? What is it?” Alyssa shrieked, hiding behind the building corner.
“Maybe it’s a giant rat?” Max suggested, hugging the wall and eyeing the bushes.
“Or a really small feral cat.” Tuck crawled around Max’s leg to get his own look.
The bush rustled and yowled, and the trio retreated back a few feet. “We’ll never know if we don’t look,” Tuck reasoned.
“We won’t get mauled if we don’t...