followed too, and I could hear my Mother trying to hold back more crying at the sight. With a paw on top of his head, I pointed the doctor’s gaze from the inn to my Mother. Now he knew why I was going. It wasn’t for the gold. I was going for my home, and for Mother.

He turned around soberly and walked back to the squire’s house. Once we were all back and the door was shut, he faced us. “So,” he replied, “Let’s go get the treasure.”

“Then you’re coming?” asked the squire.

He raised one wing feather. “I do have one thing I am still vorried about.” He pointed at Squire Trelawney. “You. The men after us are dangerous, and you cannot hold your tongue!”

I considered pointing out his previous outburst, but Mr. Trelawney nodded. “You are right. I will be as silent as the grave.”

To Be Continued...

All characters so far belong to Universal Studios.

Based on Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson

* Aniu would rather not have any rum around, but in those days, an inn with no rum would have had hardly any customers.

** Gold and silver in their purer states are soft enough that they can be dented with little pressure. Bac when these metals were commonly used in currency, people often bit coins or dented them eith their thumbnails to ascertain that they were getting the real deal.