“It’s simple!” Posey says. “All we have to do is retrace your flight today.”
Andever looks away. “But how?” she says helplessly. “I’ve been all over the WOM today.”
This makes me raise an eyebrow. “The WOM?” I question.
“The World of Make-Believe!” they both say at the same time.
I blush a little. “Obviously,” I say. “But Posey’s right—retracing your flight is the best way to find your melody.”
“Oh no!” Andever says as she runs and hides behind a pink gumdrop hedge. Her horn pokes up from behind a bush.
Posey and I rush to Andever’s not-very-good hiding spot.
“Why are you hiding?” Posey asks. “Are you afraid of something?”
Andever makes the bush quiver. “Yes, I’m afraid of the M-M-M-M-Moonsturs!” she cries. “You see, I flew over Moonstur Hollow today.”
Then I put my hands on my hips and look at Posey. “What the boo-hilly are Moonsturs?”
“Moonsturs are a kid’s worst fears—come to life,” Posey says with a frown. “They can be the thing that lives under your bed or the thing that lurks in your closet or that dreadful thing that waits in the basement for no good reason at all except to scare people.”
Hmm . . . I’m pretty sure there’s a Moonstur in our linen closet.
Posey continues. “I’ve seen them before. They are shaggy, slobbery, and all-around scary.”
Andever nods wildly. She’s shaking into little puffs of nervous clouds.
Wow, they seem scared. Here’s the problem. I can’t figure out what everybody is so afraid of because Moonsturs don’t sound scary to me at all. They sound cool! So I pump my fists and shout. “What are we waiting for? Let’s go to Moonstur Hollow!”
