Mr. Bojangles sensed the movement of the door, and quietly raised his head, sniffing the air. Protective of his young friend, Jocelyn, he gazed around the room, focusing on the closet door. Sensing that something had changed, but not sure what, he decided to take a closer look. He quietly slipped down from the bed and approached the closet, sniffing gently to avoid discovery. The door opened further. (Sherrill Cannon)
Mr. Bojangles sensed the movement of the door, and quietly raised his head, sniffing the air. Protective of his young friend, Jocelyn, he gazed around the room, focusing on the closet door. Sensing that something had changed, but not sure what, he decided to take a closer look. He quietly slipped down from the bed and approached the closet, sniffing gently to avoid discovery. The door opened further and a small boy stepped gingerly onto the pink shag rug. The rub of his corduroy pants was loud enough to wake Jocelyn but she slept on even when the long-haired boy retrieved the bitten end of a hot dog from deep inside his trouser pocket. He fed it to the eager Mr. Bojangles and waved him out the door and onto the landing. The boy slid a leash from another pocket, clipped it onto the dog's collar, and the two descended the staircase. At the bottom of the staircase the boy bit off another piece of meat to lure Mr. Bojangles down a side hallway to the basement door. (Susan Doherty Hannaford)
Although protective of Jocelyn, Mr. Bojangles seemed to follow the long-haired boy not because of the pieces of hotdog only, but because of what appeared to be a familiarity between the boy and the dog. Mr. Bojangles was a rescue dog from the local shelter, and when Jocelyn went with her family to pick out a dog there was an immediate, and somewhat mysterious, attraction to the dog. She knew right away that Mr. Bojangles was the dog for her, and from watching the dog’s reaction it was as if he was waiting for her. As Mr. Bojangles and the long-haired boy were heading towards the basement, they were unaware that they had awakened Jocelyn who was now quietly following them. They entered through the doorway to the basement and descended the stairs without turning the lights on, still unaware of their companion. Just as Jocelyn was about to call out for Mr. Bojangles, the long-haired boy looked down towards the dog and asked if he was ready. To Jocelyn’s astonishment, the dog appeared to nod! Just then, the boy pushed on the wall and a door proceeded to open that Jocelyn didn’t even realize was there. There was a bright light that filled the basement that came from the other side of the door, and then the long-haired boy and Mr. Bojangles walked through the opening. Immediately, the door shut and the basement was once again dark and quiet. (Troy Kent)
Jocelyn pounded on the closed door. “Mr. Bojangles!” she yelled. “Mr. Bojangles, come back!” Tears stung her eyes, but she wiped them away. She had to find her dog. She had to know who the boy was and why he’d taken Mr. Bojangles. Jocelyn gripped the doorknob of the mysterious door and gave it a turn. But the door remained closed. Maybe I can break the lock with a screwdriver, she thought. She felt her way through the dark basement, so dark she may as well have been blindfolded. She knew where her father stored the tools, and as she stumbled toward the cabinet. Her foot caught on something solid, and she fell to the floor and hit her head. After some time had passed, she moaned and opened her eyes. The first thing she noticed was light spilling into the room from the crack beneath the mystery door. She stood quickly. Her head throbbed with pain, but she rushed to the door. She turned the knob, and the door opened! She ran through into a world filled with bright light. A golden path lined with beautiful flowers lay before her. And there, in the distance walking on the path, were Mr. Bojangles and the boy. She called out and began to run toward them. A shadow suddenly blocked the sun. Jocelyn looked up. Swooping down from high above her was a large creature. As it got closer, she saw it was a gryphon, with the body, tail, and back legs of a lion and the head, wings, and sharp talons of an eagle. Jocelyn screamed. (Linda Covella)
Jocelyn screamed and fell to the earth, her heart pounded as loudly as her head throbbed. The gryphon screamed, too, but continued its downward glide. It landed directly in front of the long haired boy and Mr. Bojangles. The boy assumed a fighting stance as Mr. Bojangles bared his teeth and growled low in his throat. The gryphon towered over the boy and the dog, but took no aggressive action. Swiftly, the boy whispered to Mr. Bojangles, who immediately dropped at his feet. The boy then bowed deeply to the gryphon, who bowed in return. The boy grabbed the creature’s mane, leapt up on the gryphon’s back, and off they flew toward the distant mountains. With the gryphon no longer blocking his view, Mr. Bojangles saw Jocelyn. He loped to her side and gently licked her tear-stained face. “What do we do now?” Jocelyn said. (Penelope Anne Cole)
Mr. Bojangles tilted his head to the side, as though listening to something, and then turned and bounded off through the flowers to her left. "Wait!" Jocelyn called, cupping her hands over her mouth. "Wait for me!" She chased after the cane corso into the field of flowers, dancing around Amaryllis and Aster buds and careful not to step on any of them. After a few minutes she was breathless and tired yet still Mr. Bojangles ran on. Finally, he stopped at a pool of water surrounded by a copse of gnarly trees and began growling at the surface. Jocelyn could hear the faint toning of chimes around her, washing over her, and it was as though the sound was spilling out of the water. She watched, fascinated, and slowly the surface began to ripple... (Lincoln Cole)
The ripple continues- slowly and quietly at first, and becoming louder and more violent with each passing second. The aquamarine water began to change, becoming more brilliant, and sparkling with colors and warmth. Jocelyn gasped and stumbled backwards, at the same time Mr. Bojangles ran back toward her. He stood in between Jocelyn and the rumbling pool, poised to protect her, and yet seeming comfortable and curious at the same time. The pool made one last loud sounding gurgle, as it spewed thousands of brilliantly sparkling objects into the air. Mesmerized by the intensely beautiful flying objects, Jocelyn crept closer. “Fairies!” she squealed in delight. (Jacqui Letran)
“You’ve returned to us! You’re home!” the Fairies cried out in unison. Jocelyn’s wide smile quickly faded and was replaced by a puzzled and bewildered look. “Home?” she repeated quietly. She crossed her arms over her chest and suddenly grew agitated. “What are you talking about?” The Fairies began to circle her and examine her closely. The soft fluttering noise of paper thin wings grew loud in her ears and tickled them ever so slightly when the little Fairies drew near and then suddenly darted away. Jocelyn was now surrounded by these sparkling beings and poor Mr. Bojangles was not sure what to do. He growled softly and at times made an attempt to snap at the flying objects as if they were but one of those delicious treats that Jocelyn often tossed to him. (Darla Woodley)
A particularly ugly faerie, with a long nose and feet so big they tangled in his wings’ tips, landed on Mr. Bojangles. The dog froze. Jocelyn swiped at the faerie to knock it off her dog. But the faerie made a rude noise and sat down on the dog’s neck.
“He’s mine, you know,” the faerie said swiping long hair out of his eyes and then sticking his hands in the pockets of his corduroy pants. “He wandered away, and got lost, and didn’t come home. And now he is home. So you can’t have him.” The faerie looked sideways out of the corners of his eyes. “Unless you can answer a riddle.” (Kath Boyd Marsh)
A riddle? Jocelyn hesitated, her mind whirling. She was horrible at riddles. Simply awful. She wouldn’t know the answer to a riddle if it bit her. Why did it have to be a riddle? Why couldn’t it have been something else? Like an arm wrestling match. She could take down that faerie with one pinky finger. But a riddle? She couldn’t do it. She would just look stupid. Jocelyn was about to open her mouth and tell Mr. Ugly Faerie what he could do with his dumb riddle, when she looked into Mr. Bojangles eyes. And suddenly she knew what she had to do. (Bailey Baxter)
“I’ll answer your riddle, if you can make Mr. Bojangles do a trick,” she said.
The fairy squinted at her and wiped a dirty sleeve across his nose. “What kind of trick?”
Jocelyn shrugged. “What kinds of tricks do dogs perform here? Where are we anyway?”
“None of your business,” snapped the fairy. “And dogs don’t do tricks. They obeys orders.”
“Obeying an order can be a trick,” Jocelyn said. She stared hard at Mr. Bojangles who looked up at her with adoring eyes.
“All right then,” said the fairy, swaggering back and forth across the dog’s back. “Dog, go!”
Mr. Bojangles sat down, and the tiny passenger tumbled across his shaggy back. The fairy hissed and grabbed a handful of fur. “Let me see you do better!” he spat. (Joyce McPherson)
Jocelyn buckled over in laughter. “Do better?” she choked out between giggles. “I could hardly do worse!”
“Well let’s see, then,” said the ugly fairy, his fists planted firmly on his hips, his pointed chin raised.
As soon as she had control of herself, Jocelyn winked at Mr. Bojangles and said, “Mr. Bojangles, roll!” The dog immediately dropped down and rolled from side to side.
When Mr. Bojangles stood back up, the ugly, cantankerous fairy was buried deep in the dog’s thick fur, his wings tangled in the hair, a frown pressed across his face. He immediately began struggling to disentangle himself, growling as he did so. “You’ll regret you did that,” he said between clenched teeth as he straightened out his wings. “Mark my words, you’ll regret you ever did that!” he repeated as he lifted off Mr. Bojangles’ back and flew toward the pond, disappearing into its sparkling water with a tiny splash. (M.J. Evans)
Jocelyn waited for the ugly fairy to reappear, but there was no sign of him. “Any idea what we do now?” she asked Mr. Bojangles. “I almost think I should jump in after him and—.” Before she could finish, the dog sprang from where he’d been sitting and bolted towards the pond. After several long strides, he lunged forward and dove into the water, making a much bigger splash than the ugly fairy had. “Mr. Bojangles!” Jocelyn finally managed to cry. As she ran to the edge of the pond, she called out for him again. She frantically looked for some sign of him. Nothing. Her eyes darted across the still surface and stopped when she looked at her reflection in the water before her. That can’t be right. She thought as she jumped back in surprise. Slowly, she stepped forward and leaned over again to get another look. This time, she lifted her hand to feel her face. It was when she watched it in the reflection below that she gasped. That’s impossible! But it was right there and she could see it very clearly. Yes, it was her reflection. She recognized her head and hair. But then how…why…did she have the face of a fairy now? (Suzanne Roche)
Jocelyn leaned perilously close to the shimmering surface of the pool. Maybe, she thought, it was just a trick of the light. Surely her ears weren’t really so pointed or her chin elongated. She definitely did not have such a thin, bony nose. She was so busy studying her reflection that she tipped right over and fell headfirst into the pond. To Jocelyn’s great surprise, the pond wasn’t water at all. There was a momentary sensation of trying to press through a giant layer of plastic wrap, and then she fell face first onto soft purple grass. She blinked. Yes, those grass blades just millimeters away from her eyelashes were, in fact, a brilliant shade of violet. When she pushed herself to a sitting position, she realized she was in the middle of a ring of giant standing stones. Each of the stones was easily twice her height and was made out of gleaming copper. A few feet away, but still inside the ring of stones, sat Mr. BoJangles. He cocked his head to one side. Then her adorable dog opened his long muzzle and said “About time you joined us.” (Cassandra Davis)
After all she'd been through, a talking dog seemed normal enough, so she just crossed her arms. “Enough of this. What is going on? Where are we?”
Bojangles sighed. “We're in a dream.”
“You mean that I'm dreaming?” Of course. It was obvious.
“No, no, no.” Bojangles huffed. “I didn't say your dream. I said a dream. I'm honestly not sure whose dream it is, but if I had to guess it would be the young boy who lured me in with hotdogs. The thing is, he might not actually be a young boy anymore than you are actually a fairy or I can actually talk.” He yawned and scratched his ears. “Things look different here.”
Jocelyn considered this. “So what do we do about it?”
“If I were you I'd enjoy it. After all, here I can talk, you can fly … but if you insist on being proactive about it...” He sighed again and shook his head. “The way out is to find the dreamer and wake him up.” (H. L.Burke)
Jocelyn sat up and dusted herself off. Her newly talking dog was right.
Ever practical, Jocelyn stroked the violet grass as she pondered over possible solutions to their seemingly impossible situation. However could they find a boy (perhaps not even a boy) lost inside his own dream?
Her gaze returned to the now empty horizon. Where to start? But then she saw it, as if out of nowhere: there was something on the landscape in the distance. Was that a Ferris wheel? A fairground?
“That’s it!” she exclaimed. “The hot dogs: the boy must have come from the fairground.” Scrabbling to her feet with renewed energy, she barely waited for Mr Bojangles to join her. “Come on,” she called back to him as she started to run. “We’ve a lot of ground to cover.” (Emma Warner-Reed)