Free Ravenspell Book 2: The Wizard of Ooze by David Farland

the FBI she should have been calling: it was the Men in Black!
    “I’ll show those alien mice,” she cackled. “I’ll show the whole world!”

Chapter 10
    FALLEN ANGELS
    You cannot truly understand the joy of flying until you have felt the pain of a fall.
—GRAY OWL

“This is just like flying on a giant frisbee!”
    Amber peered down below at the houses and trees and fields. She could see them a little, but the sun glared down so brightly, reflecting off the aluminum garbage can lid, that it hurt her eyes.
    “This is just like flying on a giant frisbee!” Ben shouted in delight.
    Amber was pleased with herself. The engine of her flying machine roared, making the whole craft tremble. It was a terribly noisy way to fly, and also terribly exciting. She felt like a silver angel speeding carefree above the world.
    Unfortunately, she couldn’t see down below, so she just harnessed all of the energy from the ship and sent it east, skimming the treetops. Little did she know what kind of a stir this was causing!
    * * *
    Dawna Shockley was driving to work and was one of the first to see the flying saucer—a blindingly silver craft with a glass bubble on top.
    She swerved off the freeway, down into the ditch, roared through a fence, and hit a two-thousand-pound rodeo bull.
    At sixty-five miles per hour, her car took the bull out at the knees. Most of the bull went through the passenger’s side window, but its head got caught in the roof and pulled the roof completely off.
    When Dawna finally came to a stop, she had a perfect view of the flying saucer whizzing over her head.
    As for the bull, it just got up on its feet, mooed angrily at the car, and went back to grazing.
    Fumbling for her cell phone, Dawna immediately dialed 911, and frantically began shouting, “Help! Help! There’s a flying saucer full of aliens. They just tried to abduct me!”
    But her call was only the first to deluge the Dallas, Oregon, police department. Hundreds of calls began pouring in within seconds of each other.
    “The aliens are landing!” one nervous caller shouted. “The spaceship looks like it is flying five miles in the air,” another added, “and must be a mile across. It’s hurtling east at ten thousand miles per hour!” A third caller cried, “I just saw it shoot out a laser beam that lifted a herd of sheep in the air!”
    Cars down on the busy interstate saw it and sped up, trying to get a closer look, but the flying saucer was moving far too fast.
    Police cars gave chase in vain, sirens wailing and lights flashing, but the flying saucer whipped over rivers and crossed the woods.
    In no time at all, half a dozen Air Force jets were scrambling over the valley at nearly two thousand miles per hour.
    Amber and the other mice were peering ahead, doing their best to travel toward the sound of the wormsong.
    Ben was the only one who happened to look behind. He’d been gazing at his house, wondering if he’d ever see it again, as it finally disappeared in the distance.
    Suddenly, he spotted three F-18 fighter jets veering straight at them.
    “I’ve got a funny feeling about this,” Ben said, his stomach suddenly growing queasy.
    The jets roared toward them.
    “Amber,” he said, his voice rising in fear. “We have company!”
    “Who?” Amber asked. “Are those fleas back?”
    “No,” Ben said, pointing toward the planes. “Those are fighter jets!”
    Amber turned and peered stupidly at the approaching planes. Ben suddenly realized that she wouldn’t know a fighter jet from a nosehair trimmer. “Those are airplanes,” Ben said, “like ours. Only they have guns in them.”
    “Oh,” Amber said. “What are guns?”
    Suddenly, from one of the jets, a pair of missiles detached, their rockets flaring, leaving a smoky white trail as they blasted toward Amber’s little ship.
    “I recommend that we take evasive action!” Thorn shouted.
    “Duck!” Ben screamed.
    Amber whirled. “A duck? Where?”
    She peered forward,