Jonathan’s Dream (An Adventure Novel)
(Copyright 1984, Mark D. Jones, All Rights Reserved)
Chapter Eleven, Part Six
Jonathan took the stick from Sammy’s mouth and threw it down the path towards the forest, with his faithful friend eagerly running after it. No sooner had Sammy picked up the stick, then he ran off on another wild goose chase, no doubt after picking up the scent of a long gone rabbit. Jonathan knew in his bones that he was back in Hampton, Ohio on the Spencer Family Farm – it just felt right.
Taking one long glance down the path towards the dense woods at the end of the cornfield, Jonathan saw two crows circling overhead. The forest can wait another day now, thought Jonathan, as he turned to head back to the house. Besides, he still wasn’t convinced that he wouldn’t discover a world of bandits and riders, and castles and kings, had he continued on down the path towards the forest. Some things you can never be too sure about, and sometimes it’s better not to confront the faded memories of distant dreams, lest they turn out to be real after all.
Jonathan and Sammy returned along the path towards the farmhouse, and observed that everything was as it should have been. The back door to the house was open and the screen door allowed the warm summer breeze to flow through the house. Jonathan couldn’t see his parents as he approached the back door, but as he got closer to the kitchen he couldn’t help but notice the wonderful scent that floated out through the screen door – freshly baked chocolate chip cookies!
Pausing for a moment to savor the smell, Jonathan realized his mother had been hard at work in the kitchen baking his favorite cookies. He wondered how he would begin to tell his parents about his adventures that day, explaining to them why he had been gone so long. It was in that moment he decided it’s better off if they didn’t know the whole story, for this was an adventure he realized that was better kept to himself. After all, his mother would be worried about nothing at all.
The simple truth was that he had been on an adventure all day, he’d tell them, and lost track of the time – something he was known to do anyway. If his mother noticed the bump on the back of his head he would explain it easily enough, that Sammy had knocked him off balance and he fell, no big deal. As for King Dijia, Arrydor, riders and bandits, he would keep those stories to himself, and of course share them with his friends!
No reason to upset his mother, he thought, and with that Jonathan climbed the porch steps and opened the screen door – Jonathan was home.
(The End of Book One)