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It's the most talked about trophy in Howling -- The Wassabbee! And it goes to the winner of the annual fathers versus sons hockey game. This year the fathers are in trouble, so they've changed the rules. The game won't be played indoors. It's going to be held outside, at a weekend campout. In the middle of the winter! Johnny Maverick and his friends know the fathers are going to play a few tricks on them, so they decide to use all their genius to play the tricks first.
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Text copyright ©2009Sigmund Brouwer Illustrations copyright ©2009Graham Ross All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system now known or to be invented, without permission in writing from the publisher.
Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication
Brouwer, Sigmund, 1959 Timberwolf tracks / written by Sigmund Brouwer.
(Orca echoes) (Howling Timber Wolves ) ISBN 9781551437347
I. Title. II. Series. III. Series: Brouwer, Sigmund, 1959 . Howling Timber Wolves.
PS8553.R68467T5475 2008 jC813’.54 C20089034260
First published in the United States,2009Library of Congress Control Number:2008930032
Summary: In this sixth book in the Timberwolves series, Johnny Maverick and his friends, Tom and Stu, go on a road trip to the annual fathersagainstsons hockey game.
Orca Book Publishers gratefully acknowledges the support for its publishing programs provided by the following agencies: the Government of Canada through the Book Publishing Industry Development Program and the Canada Council for the Arts, and the Province of British Columbia through the BC Arts Council and the Book Publishing Tax Credit. Typesetting by Teresa Bubela Cover artwork and interior illustrations by Graham Ross Author photo by Bill Bilsley
Orca Book Publishers PO Box 5626, Stn. B Victoria, BC Canada V8R 6S4
Orca Book Publishers PO Box 468 Custer, WA USA 982400468
www.orcabook.com Printed and bound in Canada. 12 11 10 09 • 4 3 2 1
Chapter One Shoe Check?!
“Soe ceck,” Jonny Maverick said. He sat at a tablein te Billy Goat Café on a Saturday afternoon. It was te only restaurant in te small town of Howling. “Soe ceck?” Tom Morgan ecoed. “I’ve said it before. I’ll say it again. his town is a lot different tan Toronto.” Jonny and Tom were friends. And teammates. hey played ockey for te Howling Timberwolves. Tom used to live in Toronto. “Sure, Howling is different,” Jonny said. “But wy do you need to say it again?” “I’ve eard of a coat ceck at a restaurant. But never a soe ceck,” said Tom.
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“Hu?” Jonny said. “In Toronto people put ketcup on coats? hat’s a mean ting to do. At least you can clean ketcup off soes witout leaving a stain. Wo would put ketcup on a coat?” “Are you nuts?” Tom said. “We don’t put ketcup on coats in Toronto.” “But you said coat ceck.” Jonny was frowning at Tom. “Because you said soe ceck,” Tom said. “In Toronto you ceck your coat in at te door. Usually at fancy restaurants. he Billy Goat Café is not fancy. Wy would tey want you to ceck your soes in at te door?” Jonny tougt about wat Tom said. Ten Jonny smiled. “You ave a lot to learn,” Jonny said. “I’m glad Stu and I are able to elp you.” Tom frowned. “Were is Stu? I tougt e was going to meet us ere. He never misses a cance for food.” “Don’t worry,” Jonny said. “He got ere before we did.”
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Tom looked around te restaurant. Except for te waitress at te back and te two tables wit farmers in Jon Deere ats, tere was nobody else to be seen. “Just once,” Tom said, “I’d like to be in a conversation wit you tat makes sense.” “Soe ceck,” Jonny said. “See wat I mean?” “It’s part of your education,” Jonny said. “Soe ceck means everybody at te table puses back teir cairs and looks at teir soes.” “I don’t want to ask,” Tom said, “but I don’t see any coice. Wy does everybody pus back teir cairs and look at teir soes?” “To see if tere is ketcup on te toes of teir soes.” “Weird.” “Not weird,” Jonny said. “A trick. If you ave ketcup on your toes, everybody laugs at you because you were dumb enoug to let someone put ketcup on your soes.”
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“Ketcup on soes?” “Just on te toes, were you can wipe it off. Better tan Toronto, were people put it on someone’s coat.” “I already explained tat coat ceck means you leave your coat at—” “Soe ceck,” Jonny said. Jonny pused back is cair. “My soes are clean.” “Fine,” Tom said. He pused back is cair. “If it makes you feel better I’ll ceck my…” Tom frowned again as e looked down. “Hey, tere’s ketcup on my toes.” Jonny started to laug. “Great trick, u?” Tom’s face looked like e ad sucked on a lemon. “How did ketcup get on my soes?” hat’s wen teir friend, Stu Duncan, crawled out from under te table wit a bottle of ketcup. “Hi, Tom,” Stu said. “Jonny’s rigt. You sure ave a lot to learn. Good ting we are ere to elp you get ready for te Wassabee.”
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Chapter Two Road Trip!
Just ten Mrs. Green, te waitress, brougt tree orders of Frenc fries. Se set tem on te table. “hanks,” Stu said. He sook te ketcup bottle. “Could we ave more? his one is empty.” Mrs. Green nodded. “I saw you under te table. Wo got soe-cecked?” “Not me,” Jonny said. “Not me,” Stu said. “hat leaves you,” Mrs. Green said to Tom. Se sook er ead in sympaty for Tom. “But you’re new to town. Better luck next time.” Mrs. Green went for more ketcup.
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Stu put a Frenc fry in eac of is nostrils and stared at Tom. he Frenc fries looked like tusks sticking out of Stu’s face. Stu looked like a walrus. “Don’t take it personally. Tis is training. We’re trying to get you ready for te Wassabee.” Tom siged. “Wy me?” “You sould feel lucky,” Jonny said. “Not everybody gets to play in te legendary Wassabee. It’s two weeks away, and we need to start getting ready for it.” “I didn’t even ear about it until today,” Tom said. “Until you poned and said we needed to meet ere to talk about it. Wat is te Wannabee anyway?” Jonny stared at Tom in orror. Stu stared at Tom in orror. One of te Frenc fries fell from Stu’s nose onto te table. Now e looked like a walrus wit a broken tusk. “Wat?” Tom said. “Wat did I do?” “You mocked te Wassabee,” Stu said. He picked up te Frenc fry and ate it.
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