by Jeff Kinney
forward to walking home in a snowstorm, so I
came up with an IDEA. Whirley Street isn’t too
far from OUR neighborhood, so I figured me and
Rowley could ride on THEIR bus and then WALK
the rest of the way.
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So after we got dismissed, we headed straight for
the bus line. And we were so bundled up, nobody
even NOTICED when we got on board.
I’ve gotta say, it was kind of WEIRD being on
the bus with the Whirley Street kids, because
those guys are our ENEMIES. They used to sled
on our hill every winter until they discovered the
13th hole at the golf course.
The 13th hole is LEGENDARY, and everyone
knows it’s the best sledding hill in our town.
But the problem is that the golf course is part
of the country club, so if you sled there, you’re
TRESPASSING.
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Last year I wanted to see what the fuss over the
13th hole was all about, so I got Rowley to come
with me. But Rowley was SUPER nervous about
the trespassing thing, so he didn’t want to go.
I had to remind Rowley that he and his family
are MEMBERS of the country club, so technically
he WOULDN’T be trespassing.
But I guess Rowley was worried his family might
lose their membership if he got caught sledding. So
to disguise himself, he shook his face really fast,
and kept that up the whole time we were there.
I’ve gotta admit, the 13th hole was everything
people SAID it was.
It was really STEEP, and someone built up a
mound of snow near the bottom where kids were
catching some SERIOUS air.
We got in a few good runs, but that’s when the
WHIRLEY Street kids came and kicked everyone
ELSE off the golf course so they could have it to
THEMSELVES.
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But I was OK with it. As long as those guys
aren’t causing trouble on OUR street, they can
have the whole GOLF COURSE for all I care.
The bus ride with the Whirley Street kids wasn’t a
lot of fun, but me and Rowley just tried to keep
a low profile so no one would notice us.
We were almost to Whirley Street when one of the
kids in the back did something really DUMB. Some
fool actually threw a snowball ON THE BUS.
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The second it happened, the driver pulled over.
She said she wasn’t moving until the person who
threw the snowball turned themself in.
Like I said before, there’s a “no snitching” rule in
middle school, so no one from the back of the bus
made a PEEP. I wish I knew who did it, because
I would’ve given them up in a HEARTBEAT.
I was pretty sure the bus driver was just
BLUFFING about not moving, and that we’d be
on our way within a few minutes.
But then she broke out a BOOK, and started on
page ONE. So we just sat there and waited for
an HOUR while she read.
The worst part about the whole thing was that
the bus driver turned off the ENGINE, so there
was no HEAT.
There was some conversation going on in the back
of the bus, and I think a few kids were trying
to get the one who threw the snowball to give
himself up.
But I really wish I hadn’t turned around to
look, because when I DID, some eighth grader
realized I wasn’t from Whirley Street.
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That was all it took. These guys needed someone
to take the BLAME for the snowball, and since I
was an OUTSIDER, it was a no-brainer for them.
The bus driver said I needed to get off the
bus IMMEDIATELY. That was fine with ME,
because now that my cover was blown, I didn’t
wanna stick around any longer than I HAD to.
So I got off the bus, and Rowley was two steps
behind me.
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I was pretty sure we were about a mile from
Surrey Street. The road we were on didn’t have
sidewalks, but there weren’t any Safety Patrols
this far out, so we walked on the street.
Five minutes later, we heard angry voices. It was
a bunch of Whirley Street kids, and they were
coming straight FOR us.
First, those idiots LIED about me throwing the
snowball on the bus. Then they BELIEVED their
lie, and now they were MAD.
Me and Rowley had to make a choice. We could
either deal with the mob, or RUN. We decided
to run, and the only place to go was into the
WOODS.
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Believe me, that was the LAST thing I wanted
to do. Everyone knows the woods along that road
are where the GOAT MAN lives, which is why
nobody ever goes in there.
Rodrick was the first one to tell me about the
Goat Man, who he said was a half man, half goat.
I wasn’t sure if he meant the top half was a
GOAT and the bottom part was a MAN, or if
it was the other way around. But either way, the
Goat Man seemed pretty scary to ME.
Me and Rowley have argued for YEARS over
which version is right. Rowley thinks the Goat
Man is split down the MIDDLE.
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I guess Rowley could be RIGHT, but if you ask
me, I think his version sounds kind of STUPID.
It’s kind of fun talking about this stuff when
we’re on a sleepover and safe in our sleeping
bags. But now that we were in the woods where
the Goat Man actually LIVES, it was no
laughing matter.
The Whirley Street kids must’ve known about the
Goat Man, too, because when we went into the
woods, they didn’t follow us. I figured we’d stay
in there just long enough for the Whirley Street
kids to LEAVE, because we didn’t want to be in
there any longer than we HAD to.
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But those guys must’ve known we were too
chicken to stay in there for long, and we could
see them waiting for us on the road at the edge
of the woods.
So our only choice was to go deeper in, and
that’s what we did.
What was WEIRD was how QUIET it was in
there. After a while, I realized we couldn’t hear
the cars on the road, and that’s when I knew we
went in TOO deep.
We followed our footsteps back to the road, but
the sun was going down, and it was getting hard
to find our tracks.
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We picked up the pace, because we didn’t wanna get
stuck in the woods in the DARK. But when we came
across a set of tracks, we FROZE.
At first we thought it was the GOAT MAN.
But then we realized there were TWO sets of
footprints, and they were OURS. That meant
we’d spent the past ten minutes walking in a
giant CIRCLE.
So we turned around and headed in the OTHER
direction. But then we ran into a CREEK, and
I knew we were lost.
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Rowle
y was PANICKED, but I wasn’t. I knew
that if you get lost in the wilderness, as long as
you have WATER, you’re FINE.
I saw a movie where these explorers got trapped
in the mountains, but they found a spring and it
kept them alive.
But then I remembered that when they got
DESPERATE, they had to eat their pack
animals. I just hoped things didn’t reach that
point for US.
I figured if we followed the creek, it might
LEAD us somewhere, and at least we wouldn’t get
lost again. But when we came across a beaver dam,
Rowley started freaking out.
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Rowley said beavers are DANGEROUS, and that
he saw a show on TV where a beaver attacked a
PERSON.
But Rowley’s an idiot. The show he was talking
about was a CARTOON, and I was actually
WITH him when he watched it.
Still, I couldn’t convince Rowley to stay near the
creek, so we had to turn around AGAIN. And by
now it was REALLY dark. After walking a few
more minutes, something bright caught my eye. I
thought maybe it was the headlights from a car,
and we ran toward it.
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It turned out the light WAS coming from a car,
but it was just a rusted-out piece of junk in the
middle of the woods. And what caught my eye was
the reflection of the MOON on the bumper.
When my eyes adjusted to the light, I realized
there were a LOT of abandoned cars and trucks
all around us.
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I saw something shiny sitting on a stump and I
picked it up. The thing was cold and metal, and
when I held it up to my face to take a closer
look, I knew EXACTLY what it was.
It was a BELT BUCKLE, and it belonged to
MECKLEY MINGO.
That meant me and Rowley were smack in the
middle of the Mingos’ CAMP.
People in my town have always wondered where the
Mingos live, and now me and Rowley had stumbled
into their HEADQUARTERS.
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I thought we were LUCKY, because at least
there was no one THERE. But when I turned to
LEAVE, something grabbed my HAND.
Well, technically, something grabbed Mr. Morsels.
I thought for SURE it was Meckley Mingo and he
was gonna KILL me for touching his belt buckle.
Thankfully, I was WRONG. The puppet was
snagged on a truck’s door handle, so I tried to
pull it free.
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That’s when we heard noises coming from INSIDE
THE TRUCK. I realized I had to choose
between saving MYSELF and saving a PUPPET,
and it was no contest.
Me and Rowley tore out of there. But when we
were a good distance away from the Mingos’ camp,
we heard a sound that made my blood run cold.
I didn’t know if it was the GOAT MAN or the
MINGO KIDS.
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All I knew for sure was that if we stopped
RUNNING, we’d be DEAD.
I could hear shouting behind us, and it was
getting CLOSER. But just when it felt like the
voices were right on TOP of us, we broke through
the trees and into the open.
Luckily, Dad was paying ATTENTION, or me
and Rowley would’ve been ROADKILL.
But at least it would’ve been over QUICK. Because
if the MINGOS caught us, I’m sure they would’ve
taken their TIME.
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Friday
When I woke up this morning, I was totally
EXHAUSTED. My legs felt like rubber from all
that running yesterday, and I barely got any
rest because I had a nightmare the Mingos were
chasing me.
I was gonna tell Mom I couldn’t go to school
today, but when I looked out the window, I
realized I didn’t HAVE to.
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It snowed at least five inches overnight, which
meant school was CLOSED. So I was looking
forward to a nice, relaxing day of doing absolutely
NOTHING.
Mom and Dad were already gone, and Manny was
at daycare. Rodrick usually sleeps past 1:00 p.m.
on snow days, so I more or less had the whole
house to MYSELF.
I went downstairs to make a bowl of cereal and
turn on the TV. But there was something wrong
with the REMOTE.
I noticed it felt a little LIGHT, so I opened
up the back of the remote to see if there was a
missing battery.
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It turns out there weren’t ANY batteries inside,
but there was a note from MOM.
I really didn’t feel like doing chores on a SNOW
DAY, so I looked around the house for some
batteries I could put in the remote. But Mom
must’ve KNOWN I’d do that, because there
wasn’t a spare battery ANYWHERE.
I couldn’t figure out how Mom was gonna know
I loaded the dishwasher, since she wasn’t even
HOME. But when I put in the last plate and
shut the door, I found something.
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It was another NOTE with a BATTERY taped
to it.
I didn’t like where this was heading. The TV
remote takes FOUR batteries, and at this rate I
was gonna burn through my whole DAY doing chores.
But then I realized I didn’t HAVE to. The
remote in Mom and Dad’s bedroom is really
SKINNY, and I was pretty sure it only took