Most mornings when Lord 6-Dog woke up, it took him a few moments to remember that he was a howler monkey. In his dreams he was still a Maya king, strong, handsome, and ten feet tall in his magnificent feathered headdress.
But that had been twelve hundred years ago—and a world away from the night he’d been summoned back by a red-haired boy named Max and a Maya girl named Lola, who’d persuaded him to take over the body of a howler monkey.
Lord 6-Dog stretched his furry arms. It wasn’t so bad, this new life, he thought. If only he could understand the crazy dreams that played in his head every night.
Like all his people, he viewed dreams as messages from the gods and mulled them over carefully. For example, when he dreamed about his former life in the royal palace, he took it as a reminder to behave like a king even though he looked like a monkey.
But recently, his dreams had defied all interpretation.
Night after night, why did he see himself hurtling along with little wheels on his feet and a red cape streaming out behind him?
What could it mean?
What, he wondered nervously, did the gods have in store for him next?