The chronicles of Ed the Warrior

Previously

…“I think I will, at least until lunchtime. There might be more bat rescues needed,” Ed said with a wink. She waved and hurried away, still glancing back at Ed and the sword peeking over his shoulder. Ed dusted off his patched shirt and looked up at the friendly old tree—its branches now rustling with birds startled by all the excitement. He wondered what other upside-down problems he might find in Willowbrook. And as he turned to stroll toward the bakery, a shadow flickered behind the fountain, quick as a squirrel. Ed paused, his hand resting gently on the sword’s hilt. He smiled to himself. Trouble always seemed to find him, even in the safest places.