THE day was clear and sunny; there wasn’t a cloud in the sky on this day. The wind was blowing gently, and with Bankaff and me in the prowler vehicle hovering a few feet above the ground, made it feel a bit chilly to me. Bankaff was singing a song to himself in the Zark language. I couldn’t make out a single word he was singing.
on this dayTo not be left out, I started whistling an old song my father used to sing a long time ago. I looked at Bankaff and gave him a slight grin to let him know I was glad he was with me. I was beginning to feel confident that we would succeed in rescuing Zookana, the dogs, and the others.
We started hearing loud rumbling noises that seemed to be coming from what was ahead of us along the path we were taking. I looked all around and took out a spyglass we’d
