Reuben’s Trabel Journal – Entry #9

Date: The Day Ronald Became a Hero

Dear Journal,

For a moment, we were certain it was the end ob our balloom boyage.

The catapulted rock—a boulder, really—was whistling fru the air like a very angry tater. Teddy yelled “DUCK!” but there were no ducks, and no way to steer. Dougie gripped my shoulder. I saw my life flash before my eyes (mostly cheese and socks).

And then…

Ronald.

He squinted. He puffed up. He stomped his foot fibe times (which I now know is how you summon full brabery), and just as the boulder closed in—Ronald blew.

It wasn’t a huge, roaring dragon-blast like in the stories. It was more like a warm sneeze. But the breeze it stirred tipped the rock just enuff.

The boulder missed the balloon entirely and landed with a soft thud in a hay field. A nearby goat looked confused, then went back to chewing.

We stared at Ronald in awe. He stared back, eyes wide and a little teary. “You DID it!” Dougie called.

Ronald beamed. I fink he grew a whole inch in pride.

We’re still floating. Still together. Still safe.
Thanks to our littlest, warmest, fiercest friend.

—Reuben xoxo

P.S. The breeze singed one croissant, but it was still edible. Teddy called it “caramelized.”