The Master Hunter and His Witty Ocelot Book 5: Golem Guardians and Horse Ninjas

By Mark Mulle

Hunter is kidnapped! Trapper has to survive a rioting crowd! The gang makes a new robot friend!

After Trapper lost the Ocelot Oly

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mark Mulle
• Release date: Jun 11, 2024
• ISBN: 9798330229635

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The Master Hunter and His Witty Ocelot

Book 5: Golem Guardians and Horse Ninjas

Mark Mulle

PUBLISHED BY:

Mark Mulle

Copyright © 2017

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Day 45 - Surviving the Riot - Trapper

Day 45 - Trapped in an Underground Dungeon - Hunter

Day 46 - Nether Portal Horrors - Hunter

Day 47 - Iron Golem Sanctuary - Hunter

Night 47 - STAN-BOT 9000’s Secret Communications - STAN-BOT 9000

Day 48 - Garden Guardian Catapult - Hunter

Day 49 - Horse Mountain’s Delight - Hunter

Day 50 - Hidden Horse Monastery - Trapper

Day 50 - Horse Ninja Battle Banzai! - Hunter

Day 45 - Surviving the Riot - Trapper

EVEN THOUGH I LOST THE BIG TIC-TAC-TOE-ARCHERY MATCH, THE STADIUM STILL RIOTED! I THOUGHT THEY HATED ME! DIDN’T THEY WANT ME TO LOSE? UGH, HUMANS, VILLAGERS, AND OCELOTS ARE THE WORST SOMETIMES.

Sorry Diary, I just had to vent.

When I lost the game, the stadium went crazy. They were out for blood. At first, I thought they would just yell at me, throw carrots, spit, whatever. But no. This was different. I could see it in their eyes. They were looking into my eyes with daggers. The eye daggers were screaming We’re gonna stab you in the eyes with a foreign object! and honestly Diary, that sounds terrible, I love my eyes and would not want them stabbed with a foreign—or a familiar—object.

And they were rooting for Mika! They wanted her to win. But I heard the announcers, He’s a cheater! one said, He cheated his way to the final round. The other was just as mad, He disrespected the integrity of our sacred games by losing so badly.

Well, I’m sorry for being POISONED! Ugh.

I was woozy from the bad fish, but seeing the angry group of a thousand people, villagers, and ocelots, adrenaline kicked in. Nothing better than that, right Diary? When your adrenaline courses through you and makes you feel ready for anything. I knew it was either fight or flight—and I wasn’t going to fight, since there’s no way I could stand up to a crowd this size.

So I did what any young, supple Ocelot would do—I ran between their feet and danced my way out of trouble. Dancing is often thought of as something that requires music. Not true! You can dance your way out of any situation.

I shimmied round the feet, and then tangoed past two guys holding up swords, all ready to chop me! I electric-slid past two more dudes and then tap-danced my way atop a group of people's heads. Not hard, since their blocky heads made the perfect surface to sink my claws into.

Get the cheater! screamed one of the crowds.

He ruined the Olympics! an Ocelot screamed in Ocelotish.

Yeesh, how would I ever convince these dudes that the exact opposite was true? I looked around. There were people holding signs with my face on it and the word CHEATER underneath. Ocelots wore little shirts that