“Pol! Castor!” Goodie shouted. “They’re not Good Cherokee!”
They looked at her, confused and alarmed. “What do you mean?” Pol asked.
She pointed to Wood-Axe and Rabbit and said, “Last night I woke and heard them talking and I now remembered what they said.”
“Child,” Rabbit said as she shuffled towards Goodie. “It was a dream, just a silly dream.”
“No,” Goodie said. “You wanted to smother us and steal our hearts.”
“Steal our hearts?” Castor asked as his wolf growled.
“Fool woman,” Wood-Axe muttered and began chanting. Surprisingly, the ground reached up and slapped Goodie and the boys unconscious.