... that he was trained to find by listening to
his instinctive navigation system toward the cocooned. At
least it really is an egg instead of a wild goose chase that takes
hours just to prove that it was just a false alarm. Ill make this
quick and take note of the cocooners name, family bloodlines, and
whatever color it is. Then I will take only five or so minuets to
make sure that the parents know how to take care of it as it sleeps,
and as its wings grow, and then back to slumber land once I inform
the Seniors. Its never going to be IT. Theyre just going
crazy.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o(Back with Jazz...)Jazz walked up to Sams house and knocked. Tucker was
waiting at the door.Hey Jazz! We are going to meet in Sams room first
before we go down to the basement. You might want to sit down on the
bed. Its pretty big news. Tucker informed Jazz, dragging her
through the mansion.Oh, no! Something horrible must have happened! Why
else would they invite me?When they entered Sams room, Jazz looked around.
Danny wasnt there.WHERES DANNY?!
Something horrible must have happened to him! I have to go save him
now! Why are Sam and Tucker just sitting around?! Wait, take deep
breaths, and count to three. Ok. Now lets think about this
rationally. I know that if something truly horrible had happened to
Danny, then Sam would be in frenzy. She would have probably killed
herself by jum...