WORD PUZZLE #2 from GABRIEL'S JOURNEY
NOV/DEC 2006 Chapter Seven: The Debate
A Z O R T D E C I S I O N V P
T R Y L M O S N R U T K O O T
T X C J T Y M R M J F L B S H
H A P L S M O O R H S U M I A
E Q G W O G E F R G N S L T C
P K V I N B W L O R P Q O D K
O A G C H A H R I O O A L E E
N E R E E T F M E F D W L H R
D P B N I L I P L S T I Y G Y
G S A M L S E O S E I A A I U
H E D U P S R D E A I L S S R
I M B O A E F B Y D A R K E G
W T O F N Y Y I B T O G B H N
Q E U C I R O W S R K O D A I
A L E O P I N I O N E L R A G
See if you can
find the twelve
underlined
words or phrases
below in the
letter grid to the
right. The
answers can be
up, down, left,
right or diagonal.
Good luck!
“Now quiet, everyone! Quiet! Let me speak uninterrupted for a moment please,” old Thackery mouse said,
squeezing to the front.
“Go ahead,” Gabriel said. “I want to hear everybody’s opinion.”
“Then we might as well start with the most important one--mine!” Old Thackery brushed his whiskers and wiggled his
nose, full of suspicion. “Now what is so special about this bullfrog fellow that he thinks he can help us find a new
home? Think about it. A bullfrog? I guarantee that wet and slimy green thing hasn’t spent a single day of his life
away from the pond. What in the wide field could such a croakster know about finding a home for mice? Answer me
that--anyone?”
“I’m not sure I can,” Gabriel replied. “The frog didn’t provide us with any details, but I think we ought to give him a
chance, Thackery. After all, he saved Simon’s life and allowed us to spend the night in safety at the pond. I trust
him. He looked like an honest frog.”
“I don’t distrust him,” Florence added, clasping her tail with her nose pointed up. “But I’d sure like to know a lot more
about his offer before we agree to anything.” That seemed to be the general opinion as several took turns
expressing their hopes and fears.
“So that’s why we should go tomorrow night and meet with the frog,” Gabriel insisted. “We’re not committing to any
course of action at this point. Let’s just hear the frog out, learn what his plan is, then we can decide.” A few mumbled
their approval, more at ease since a final decision wasn’t being made here and now, but still not enough were
convinced. Gabriel then nonchalantly scratched behind an ear. “We can always return home if we don’t like what we
hear. Just don’t expect to roam about the sweet cool grass at night ever again. And won’t that be a treat when fresh
mushrooms sit glistening in the moonlight, ripe for the picking. Oh, well...” He sighed gloomily. “I only hope those
beasts never get daring enough and start prowling about during the day.”
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