Rescue at Lake Wild

In this funny and moving animals-in-peril adventure, a twelve-year-old girl and her two best friends determine to rescue two orphaned beaver kits—and soon find themselves trying to solve a local environmental crisis. Perfect for fans of Pax and A Boy Called Bat.

Everyone knows that twelve-year-old Madison “Madi” Lewis is not allowed to bring home any more animals. After she's saved hairless mice, two birds, a rabbit, and a stray tom cat that ended up destroying the front porch, Madi’s parents decide that if they find one more stray animal in the house, she won’t be allowed to meet Jane Goodall at an upcoming gala event.

But when Madi and her two best friends, Aaron and Jack, rescue beaver kits whose mother was killed, they find themselves at the center of a local conspiracy that’s putting the beavers and their habitats in danger. As Madi and her friends race to uncover the threat targeting the beavers, Madi must put her animal whisperer skills to the test in both raising the orphaned beaver kits and staying out of trouble long enough.

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  • Format: Hardcover

  • ISBN-13/EAN: 9780358334859

  • ISBN-10: 0358334853

  • Pages: 208

  • Price: $16.99

  • Publication Date: 04/27/2021

  • Carton Quantity: 24

  • Age(s): 8,9,10,11,12

  • Grade(s): 3-7

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Terry Lynn Johnson

Terry Lynn Johnson, author of Ice Dogs, Sled Dog School, Dog Driven and the Survivor Diaries series, lives in Whitefish Falls, Ontario where for ten years she owned a team of eighteen Alaskan Huskies.www.terrylynnjohnson.com Twitter:@TerryLynnJ
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    "Animal-loving and eco-friendly readers will appreciate this story that involves both informative discussions about ecosystems and a mystery involving beaver poaching.... Madi is a free-spirited, admirable heroine, and readers will delight in her adventures and her quirky friendships. An enjoyable addition to animal and nature stories."—School Library Journal 

     

    "An appealing and informative wildlife adventure."—Kirkus

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    1

    I hear it again. 

          Urgent chattering reaches us from the mound of sticks and mud just off the bow of our boat. 

          “We’re going to have to do it,” I say, and then can’t help add, “I told you they were here.” 

          As an animal whisperer, I know these things, but sometimes I have to remind certain people. 

          A breeze catches the boat and swings us around the anchor line. The channel’s empty except for the beaver lodge, the three of us, and one bored dog. 

          “We’re sure the parents aren’t coming back, Madi?” Aaron asks. 

          “You saw their parents,” I say. “They’re not coming.” We’ve been here almost two hours to make sure there were no other adults in the lodge. 

          Finally Jack says, “Let’s do it already.” 

          “Before you say I should do it because I’m smallest,” Aaron says, “let me remind you I’ve been the rescuer the last two times.” 

          He’s talking about when we boosted him into a tree to save a raccoon that turned out not to need saving. Okay, I was wrong that one time. But the day we lowered him from the window by his feet to save the baby bird? That bird would have died without us. 

          “Out of the three of us, you’re the easiest to hang by the feet,” I say reasonably. 

          “It’s not my turn.” Aaron shifts on the aluminum seat. “And I’m not that small.” 

          “We’ve never done this before,” Jack says. “So it starts over.” 

          “What starts over?” 

          “Turns,” Jack says. 

          Adjusting the tiller handle, I move to sit next to Aaron in the middle of the boat. “We should play for it.” I hold up a fist, the universal sign for rock-paper-scissors. “So it’s fair.” 

          The three of us stick our fists together. Jack’s black Lab, Lid, pokes his nose into the circle too, ever hopeful that we’re about to unveil food. 

          “One, two, three!” 

          “No!” Aaron yells at our scissors to his paper. “Rigged!” 

          “I’d take your shirt off if I were you,” Jack advises. “So it doesn’t get stuck and snag you down there. We probably wouldn’t be able to pull you up.” 

          Aaron pales but tries to look brave. “I always end up doing it,” he grumbles, reaching behind his back to pull off his T-shirt. The hot July sun bounces off his blinding white torso. 

          Aaron scowls at us and then glances over the side of the boat. He studies the brown water and mutters something about leeches. 

          “Maybe you should keep your shirt on for protection,” I suggest, eyeing his stick-thin arms covered in rust-brown freckles, and his pale shoulder blades that could cut a breakfast sausage. 

          “Are they even still alive?” Aaron says. “I can’t hear them anymore.” 

          He’s right. There’d been no sounds from the lodge in the last few minutes we’ve been sitting here arguing. 

          Earlier, we’d found two adult beavers floating dead on the other side of the channel. Jack, as usual, had wanted to investigate the crime scene immediately. But the noises from the lodge mean babies inside. Those babies will starve to death if we don’t rescue them. 

          We’ve been waiting here long enough to know there are no other adult beavers coming to take care of them. But how long have the young ones been alone in there? Maybe they’re starved already. 

          “Shhh!” I say. “Listen.” 

          We still our movements in the boat and drift. An enthusiastic frog trills next to us. The wind rustles the leaves of trembling aspen towering above. The water gently laps at the aluminum beneath us. We strain to hear anything. The silence stretches. 

          A long, high-pitched noise erupts from Lid’s rear end. It echoes strangely from the bottom of the boat, sounding like an optimistic elephant. Surprised, Lid looks behind him. 

          Aaron and Jack both burst out laughing. It’s so hard to keep boys focused. 

          “Guys, I don’t hear them. Maybe we waited too long.” Maybe the little beavers are just too weak now to make noise and desperately need help right this very second. I grab the anchor and haul it up. “We have to hurry!” 

          I yank at the oars and thrust the boat up onto the muddy bank of the lodge. Lid jumps out first, followed by Jack, who ties us off on a log. Aaron warms up, swinging his arms, further accentuating his shoulder blades. 

          Stepping onto the latticed sticks, I peer at a section of the lodge’s roof that’s been ripped apart, most likely by wolves. But the predators haven’t gotten through. The only way into an indestructible beaver lodge is underwater. 

          “Okay. You’re looking for the opening to the tunnel,” I say to Aaron. “It’ll be hidden among all the sticks. Hopefully it’ll be wide enough for you to fit. You can breathe once you get into the chamber. It’ll be a room above water like a den. That’s where you’ll find the baby beavers.” 

          Aaron nods while staring at the lodge. He examines the murky water. 

          I watch him uneasily and think about when we’d boosted him into that tree. He’d spent most of the time clutching the trunk and yelling for us to bring him down. And when we’d lowered him for the bird he insisted over and over, “Pull me up!” 

          This is actually dangerous. If Aaron panics, he could drown for real. He could get lost under there, or get caught on something, like Jack said. 

          A fluttery feeling builds inside my chest. Did Jane Goodall let someone else face aggressive chimps at the Tanzania research center? No. 

          It should be me. 

          I glance at my bare legs under my Nike shorts. My arms are exposed too. At least my hair is out of the way, woven into two braids. 

          I had told Aaron what to look for as if I was sure what I was doing. As if I’d broken into plenty of bea...

Available Resources

Related Categories

  • Format: Hardcover

  • ISBN-13/EAN: 9780358334859

  • ISBN-10: 0358334853

  • Pages: 208

  • Price: $16.99

  • Publication Date: 04/27/2021

  • Carton Quantity: 24

  • Age(s): 8,9,10,11,12

  • Grade(s): 3-7

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