Forest Guardians Chronicles: A Matter of Humanity by Beth Roose (i wanna iguana read aloud txt) 📕

green fluid,” Morgan gestured toward his stinger-like backside, “and with the help of Wolfe, will get us back to our own time and place so we can destroy the Hornet Queen.” Bat gave a disapproving look. He did not want his new pretty lady friend Marsha to leave. Morgan knew that look all too well and piped in, “Sir, I know we have loved ones that are very worried about us by now. We must get back to them as well as complete this mission. I am grateful beyond any words of thanks to you, Mr. Bat. Please know, you, as well as your great great grandson Myles, are saving humanity. We scientists that are manipulating humans, well, we need to pause and rethink this whole process in regards to morals and ethics. I promise you, as a leading scientist trying to win the Nobel Prize, that is exactly what I will be proposing.” Still looking disappointed that the pair had to leave, Bat begrudgingly thanked Morgan, asking, “Can you change yourself back to a human?” The mosquito paused, plopping himself onto Marsha’s comfortable bed. “Bat, we have yet to do that with any of the gene DNA splicing. All I can say is, I certainly hope so.” Bat nodded slightly to the bug. “My prayers go with you and Miss Marsha and the future of humanity.” Bringing the conversation to a close, Marsha signified to Morgan that it was time for them to jump back now. “Time will be short for us to prepare the formula and get it to the Pukwudgie tribe in time to put on their light arrows,” Marsha informed. “After much thought, I believe it will be best to deliver the new and improved method of the formula.” Morgan nodded in agreement while Marsha turned to Bat. This was the greatest moment of her life, meeting such a hero to humanity. She gazed into his eyes and began to speak. “I will spread the word of what a great and wonderful man you are.” She pulled Bat in for an embrace and continued on, “I only hope that one day I meet someone like you.” Returning her embrace, the brave Mr. Bat said, “Thank you, Miss. Marsha. I am indeed smitten by your loveliness and how truly kind you are.” He released her reluctantly to let her go on her merry way.  She reached down and picked up both leashes, Bat reaching over to pet Wolfe one more time. “My hero,” Bat muttered quietly. Morgan flew to the top of Wolfe’s shoulder, and Marsha peered down and questioned her scientist friend. “Morgan, are you sure this will work?” With a look of confidence on his face, Morgan reassured his nervous friend, although he himself was not so confident. Marsha took a long last look into Bat’s eyes while she waited for the signal to jump. Suddenly, the room began to blur, and Marsha knew the signal had been sent. She could see things wisping and soaring by, but was unable to make out what they were. It only took about 30 seconds and they were back in the lab, plopped out onto their bums by the crazy vortex. Marsha looked around the room, attempting to regain her balance, when she saw her Dad. “DAD! Oh, DAD!” she exclaimed. Mr. Garman sprinted over to Marsha and embraced her, letting out a flow of sobs. “I was so worried, honey,” Mr. Garman said through uncontrollable tears. “Are you alright? Are you hurt? What happened?” Marsha sighed a sigh of relief, “Yes, Dad. I am alright, not hurt at all. We were able to retrieve a sliver of the meteorite gemstone from Bat Masterson.” Looking over to the mosquito, Mr. Garman jumped at the sight. “Morgan, are you well?” The mosquito scientist replied, “Yes, Mr. Garman. We have truly little time to get this formula done and into the hands of the Pukwudgie.” In the corner, Dr. Mottice stood speechless. He could not believe what he was seeing unfold at the moment. “Oh, Morgan,” Dr. Garman gestured toward the man in the corner. “I have someone to help you with the formula. This is Dr. Jim Mottice from Beth Israel Hospital. He is an expert in DNA and gene manipulation.” Both Morgan and Dr. Mottice exchanged handshakes and got to work instantly. After all, they had less than two hours until the Hornet Queen returned for her hibernating drone.

10

The Formula Hope

The lab was busy with each person working on a different task according to the timeline plan. Dr. Mottice was Morgan’s assisting hand for completing the tasks. As soon as all the chemicals were mixed, everyone stood behind the lead shield to irradiate the compound. It took 10 minutes, then Dr. Mottice added more chemicals, checked for PH balance and they irradiated the compound once again. Mr. Garman prepared the Crisper and checked the calibration and shockingly, everything was spot on target. Dr. Mottice and Mr. Garman strode into the side room to obtain the hibernating Drone. Dr. Mottice stepped back in shock at what he saw. Mr. Garman noticed his friend’s subtle reaction. “Doc, this is nothing. Wait until you see the Queen.” said Mr. Garman. “Morgan’s research here and what he was able to do is historic. We can grow new body parts, parts that are stronger and better than ever.” Dr. Mottice chimed in, “Uh, let's get the splices for the Crisper. This thing gives me the creeps.” The doctor pointed to the drone creature lying still as a board. Mr. Garman continued to speak, “We will be able to test our formulation on this drone. We need whatever makes the Pukwudgie tribe’s arrows glow to make this work” Dr. Mottice brought his thumb and pointer finger to his chin, obviously pondering a new thought. “Garman, do you think you could get one of the arrows to test it on this drone?” he asked. “Let me ask Marsha to call Bev. She can