The Unicorn's Tale

Chapter OneOctober 1928 "I still don't understand why we had to come to France," Nate grumbled as he dragged his rucksack on the ground behind him. Not liking the bumpy ride, his pet gremlin, Greasle, scampered up the pack's buckles and straps to Nate's shoulder. "We came to France because our lives can't stand still while we wait for news of Obediah Fludd to surface," Aunt Phil explained. "We still have a job to do, Nate. And today, being a beastologist brings us to France." She stopped walking and Nate bumped into her. "Sorry," he mumbled, embarrassed. Aunt Phil reached out a hand to steady him. "We have scouts everywhere, keeping an eye out for Obediah. If he's spotted, we'll know soon enough. Now, pull yourself together. We've work to do." Cornelius, Aunt Phil's talking dodo, sniffed. "If the boy were a true Fludd, he wouldn't snivel so much." As Nate glared at him, Greasle piped up. "Seems to me there was a certain dodo doing an awful lot of sniveling this...