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Автор: John R. Erickson
Издательство: Ingram
Серия: Hank the Cowdog
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      The Case of the Night-Stalking Bone Monster

      John R. Erickson

      Illustrations by Gerald L. Holmes

      Maverick Books, Inc.

      Publication Information

      MAVERICK BOOKS

      Published by Maverick Books, Inc.

      P.O. Box 549, Perryton, TX 79070

      Phone: 806.435.7611

      www.hankthecowdog.com

      First published in the United States of America by Gulf Publishing Company, 1996.

      Subsequently published simultaneously by Viking Children’s Books and Puffin Books, members of Penguin Putnam Books for Young Readers, 1999.

      Currently published by Maverick Books, Inc., 2013

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      Copyright © John R. Erickson, 1996

      All rights reserved

      Maverick Books, Inc. Paperback ISBN: 978-1-59188-127-8

      Hank the Cowdog® is a registered trademark of John R. Erickson.

      Printed in the United States of America

      Except in the United States of America, this book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, hired out, or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

      Dedication

      For Dean Willis, a young friend and Hank fan, who was badly injured in a car accident and is fighting for his life in an Amarillo hospital. Blessings, Dean.

      Contents

      Chapter One The Incredible Reindeer Snouts

      Chapter Two The Cat Tries to Steal My T-Bones

      Chapter Three My Bones Vanish

      Chapter Four Here’s a Fresh Chapter

      Chapter Five Drover’s Shocking Story

      Chapter Six I Break the Tragic News to Drover

      Chapter Seven Dogpound Ralph Appears on the Scenery

      Chapter Eight Miss Scamper Falls Madly in Love with Me

      Chapter Nine Doctor Buzzard Arrives

      Chapter Ten The Chuckie Chipmunk Episode

      Chapter Eleven The Bone Monster Turns Out to Be Real

      Chapter Twelve I Unmask the Bone Monster

      Chapter One: The Incredible Reindeer Snouts

      It’s me again, Hank the Cowdog. Do you believe in Bone Monsters? Neither did I, until one struck our ranch and made off with my fortune in buried bones, and then I had no choice but to believe in them.

      Bone Monsters, that is. I had always believed in bones. Who wouldn’t believe in bones? They’re one of the things that give meaning to a dog’s life. I love bones, always have. They’re wonderful.

      Bone Monsters, on the other hand, aren’t wonderful and I don’t love ’em. They’re very scary, as you will see if you should happen to work up the courage to read this story.

      And let me warn you right here: Don’t tackle this story unless you’ve completed a course in Monster Safety, because . . . well, I don’t know what might happen. Something bad.

      Bed-wetting. A runny nose. Heat rash. Pul­mo­n­ary Brouhaha.

      You’ve been warned. Proceed with caution.

      It all began, as I recall, around the middle of March. No, the middle of April, and I can pin it down to the very exact day. It was the fourteenth of April.

      I happened to be sitting near the front gate, facing east. I had barked up the sun at precisely seven o’clock. After performing that very important duty, I lingered near the front gate to do a Turkey Patrol. Whilst I was barking up the sun, don’t you see, my ears began picking up unusual signals from a chinaberry grove near the creek.

      I stopped—froze, actually—I stopped and froze, twisted my head from side to side, and initiated the Sound Detection Procedure. I went to Full Lift-Up on both Earatory Scanners and began monitoring the entire electromagical spectrum.

      I was listening for turkey sounds, see. At that hour of the morning, they often make sounds. They gobble. And they make another sound, too, which I can’t reproduce because I’m not a turkey. It’s kind of a squawk or a cluck.

      I picked up the sounds, just as clear as a bell. Those turkeys were down there in the chinaberry grove, squawking and gobbling, and little did they know that I was spying on them and picking up every word of their conversation.

      Would you like to peek at a transcript of this monitoring session? Ordinarily we don’t release this information to the general public because . . . well, because we don’t. It’s classified information, see, and we usually withhold these transcripts for twenty-five years because . . .

      Well, because we do, and that’s reason enough. We do it because we do it. If we didn’t, we wouldn’t.

      But if you want to peek at one of the Turkey Transcripts, I can’t see that it would hurt anything.

      Ready? Here we go.

      OFFICIAL SECRET TRANSCRIPT

      Turkey Monitoring Operations:

      Codename “Starfish Sandwich”

      East Yard Gate Station

      April 14

      Turkey 1: “Gobble, gobble, gobble.”

      Turkey 2: “Cluck, cluck.”

      Turkey 3: “Squawk, screek.”

      Turkey 1: “Gobble?”

      Turkey 3: “Cluck, squawk.”

      Turkey 2: “Cluck, cluck, screek.”

      Turkey 1: “Gobble, gobble, gobble.”

      Turkey 2: “Cluck.”

      END OF SECRET TRANSCRIPT

      So there you are. Pretty impressive, huh? Those birds might as well have been in the movies, the way we had ’em covered. We knew all their secrets, their plans, everything. We knew what they were thinking before they even thought it.

      Of course, the problem with turkeys is that they don’t do much thinking about anything, which makes their conversations a little on the dull side.

      Pretty boring, actually.

      I wouldn’t want to spend too much of my time monitoring turkeys.

      Anyways, I was at the Turkey Wire, doing my job, when all at once I heard a vehicle approaching from the north. Unidentified Vehicles get an automatic override in our defense system, which means that at the first sound of a UV, all Turkey Traffic is blacked out so that we can sound the alarm.

      I left my post at the gate . . . not the gatepost but my position near the gatepost . . . I left my post at the gatepost . . .

      Phooey. I left the gate and never mind the post and went ripping out to intercept the . . .

      Okay, relax. It was Slim’s pickup, which