The Kitchen went dark. Jacobi was back in the rat hole slowly poked his head out to see if they were still there. The boy could already see him he could not take a chance on the mother seeing him too. He had to be careful. Brownies after all were shy and cautious creatures.
Walter began leaving a glass of buttermilk and cookies for Jacobi in hopes of him returning again. Whenever Walter tried to catch the brownie in the kitchen he was gone. Jacobi was too quick for him. Walter was determined to see him again. He was caught up in the excitement of his discovery of a brownie that he had forgotten to tell Alden. Oh boy, if Alden knew, he would want to spend the night at Walters. He knew his mother would disapprove. She already disapproved of the friendship. All this talk about farriers and magical beings irritated his mother. Fantasizing and tall tells did not prepare anyone for the real world or set food on the table his mother would say.
By the third night, Walter laid awake this time trying not to fall asleep as he had the other two nights. His eyes were growing heavy when a distant nose startled him awake. He got up and glanced out the window. He saw Jacobi was running out of the house, into the darkness. Walter was seized by an impulse to follow him. He wanted to know where the brownie went every night. Without hesitation, Walter snuck out through the window as quietly as he could.
The brownie was quick but Walter managed to keep up. They went up the path, then a field, followed by a wooded area. Walter was not aware where the brownie was leading him to. By the time Walter realized where he was the little brownie disappeared in the depths of black, tangled webs of shrubs. He was in the Black Forest. The place looked even more dreadful and scary than it did during the day. He wondered how he was going to get back home.
He had lost sight of Jacobi. He did not know what to do, he became frighten. He had no way of going back or forward. He looked on ahead when he caught a glimpse of something looking back at him. He looked closer and wondered what it could be. Whatever it was it crept closer from a thick brush. Closer and closer it came. To Walters’ horror he realized too late what it was. When the creature finally came into view, Walter took a step back and fell on his bottom. There was a low growl coming from the creature. What was Walter to do?