Part 6 (August 27)
As a result, the Bert’s heart was racing as the curling-iron-like device started vibrating with the strength of a resounding bass in his hands. IT was near! Therefore, he stepped slowly and quietly with the grace of a ballerina toward a billowy blanket, draping the ground from a laundry line in the backyard of a down-the-hill-neighbor. And then, he finally heard it: an ever so quiet, muffled, but oh-so-familiar sound. . . “qehhhh,” pause, “quuhhh,” and so forth. The Bert peeked behind the blanket and saw—what IS that?
