Chapter 33
Eric blinked several times as he looked out over the grassy square trying to make sense of it. They were under a huge oak tree in the center of a park. A small town of one and two-story buildings wrapped around three sides of the square. A tall, white water tower with the huge yellow smiley face painted on it bore the words, “Adair, Iowa.”
He stood on what looked to be a bicyclist’s saddlebag.
“You appear a little bloodthirsty, my friend.”
Turning toward Peter, all Eric saw was a mosquito right next to him. He tried to slap it. All he achieved was batting his own antenna with a foreleg. “What the Hell?” He could feel his blood start to pound against a couple hundred of his eyes. It was hard to take a deep breath. Something started buzzing on his back. When he saw the wings a
