Wandering Ears
Book 2 of The Adventures in Lusair
In Wandering Ears, Book 2 of The Adventures in Lusair, Josey is a bright student who struggles with paying attention to her teacher's directions, which makes her feel frustrated. She feels underestimated by others who assume that she cannot complete tasks without listening carefully.
However, one day, Josey joins her friends Rudy and Billy in the world of Lusair where they embark on a journey to defeat the evil Delf. As they progress, they meet new characters and reunite with their old friend Purloin. Their quest requires them to save the Queen and the new Questor.
Do you ever have "wandering ears"? It's when someone looks like they are listening, but their mind is elsewhere. It's not a good habit because people may think one has a bad memory or doesn't care about what's being said. Follow the adventures in Book 2 of The Adventures of Lusair series to discover the lessons Josey learns along the way.
“Sharon's writing is like making medicine feel good."
-- Richard Paul Evans, author of A Christmas Memory & others
Wandering Ears - Excerpt
Rudy didn’t have time to finish before Matina put her bow away and ran over to grab his hands.
“It really is you, Rudy. I thought as much when I saw your red hair, but I had to be sure. There are songs and stories written about your and Billy’s bravery.
Josey stared at him with eyes as big as headlights. “You’ve been here before? Is that why you’re not afraid of your shadow anymore?”
“Josey, I’ve told you a million times, but you don’t listen. You just blow me off every time I try to talk about it. Remember the time when you wanted to try out for a part in the school play? You were good. I tried to tell you to have faith in yourself. I learned that in Lusair, and you didn’t listen or hear a word I said.”
She vaguely remembered not even trying out for the part.
Unexpectedly, the two lessened their grip on Rudy. Billy was coming toward them like a bull rushing a red cape. Pushing up the sleeves of his sweatshirt which was sweat-soaked from practicing Tae Kwon Do, he easily pushed the boys away from Rudy. He knew how to handle the troublemakers in their class. More than once, Billy had come to Rudy’s rescue. “Back off,” Billy snarled. “Come on, Rudy. Let’s go.”
Rudy’s legs wobbled toward Billy as the bullies parted a way for him to leave. “Whew, just in time! I won’t have to die today,” he whispered.
Billy’s brown skin rippled as he flexed his muscles when he motioned for the two to back off. His arms were as thick as his wide neck, and he could throw the two of them around like rag dolls. Not as tall or big as Tank, Billy had a reputation of being able to hold his own in a fight. He never went out of his way to start one, but if it came his way, he gave as good as he got. Everyone knew that he broke a 7th graders’ nose when the guy tried to use Billy as a punching bag. That made him a hero in the eyes of his 5th grade class. They walked right through the boys and headed down the dusty road as hoots and hollering followed them.
Rudy winced, feeling the insults hurled toward him. He kicked the dirt and sent a spray of sand in the air. “Why don’t they understand that trestle is dangerous?”
“They’re not going to leave you alone until you walk that bridge,” Billy answered. “You know it’s not dangerous. If it can hold a train, it can hold you.”
“Yeah, well. What if my foot got stuck on the rail and I couldn’t get it unstuck?” Rudy yelled.
“You know that wouldn’t happen.”
He knew his friend was right, but the words stuck in his throat. He kept on walking. The dusty path led to a side road that took them into town where a road sign read: Welcome to Calumet, Michigan.
The cool wind felt good on Rudy’s sweaty face. “Why do I have to prove myself now that I’m 10 years old?”