Timothy's Secret Adventure

The sequel to "A Message for Royalty". Please read the note at the bottom!

Timothy’s Secret Adventure

After being adopted by a friendly Son of Liberty, who had mashed tea in the Boston Tea Party, Timothy the cat was content with his new life outside of Lexington, Massachusetts. John, Timothy’s master, now had a wife, Sarah, and two twin boys. Timothy had just turned three years old, for it was now 1775, two years after the Boston Tea Party. He was content. Timothy had eavesdropped on many conversations about colonists battling redcoats, because minutemen often met in the parlor of his home. Excitedly, Timothy watched as John, his new master, began taking guns and ammunition to Concord. Timothy sniffed conflict in the air.

One day John came home with a glum look on his face. “The British are planning to raid our collection of guns and ammunition.” He reluctantly informed Sarah. “But the minutemen have strategically placed spies so we’ll know the redcoats’ every move.” Late one night a few weeks later, Timothy was fast asleep in the family buggy. Surprisingly, a horse bolted up to the front door, startling Timothy. The rider pounded up to the front porch and almost broke the door down.

When John cautiously opened the door, Paul Revere’s voice loudly warned him, “John! The redcoats are headed for Concord! Hurry!” Paul rushed back to his horse and was gone.

Upstairs John woke Sarah, “I must go to Concord with the other minutemen. I’ll take the wagon with a load of food for the men.” Timothy dozed off.

Timothy awoke to find himself rattling down the road to Concord. He dared not jump off. Hastily, John tied up his horse and rushed to the Lexington Green, where seventy other minute men awaited the English troops. John dropped into position and held his deadly weapon, ready to fire. The men watched in horror as about 700 red coats arrived. Timothy, who was loyal as a dog, climbed onto the wagon cover to wait for his master.

“Don’t fire until the English shoot. But if it’s a war they want, we’ll gladly give them all we’ve got.” Timothy carefully audited the commands of Captain John Parker.

With anger in his eyes, the British officer called to the minute men, “Get out of here if you want to live!” But the minute men refused to move. Timothy pondered what was happening. With a startling crack, a bullet whizzed through the air. Almost scared out of his fuzzy fur coat, Timothy flew into the sky atop his perch.

“That sound was so loud, I’m sure the whole world heard it!” Timothy thought as he relocated to a better position. More fighting sprung up, and eight minute men had kicked the bucket. Timothy stealthily stalked John to Concord from Lexington, where his brave master fended off the hordes of British red coasts, who retreaded back to Boston.  Timothy quietly jumped into the wagon at the end of it all, and road home without showing himself to John. When they arrived home, Timothy bolted into the kitchen and lay down beside the fire.

“Well Timothy, today was milestone in history! Too bad you missed it.” John joked, little knowing where his cat had been that day.

I think i will try to write more history stories like this. There will be 3 stories for every event. One story from from the eyes of Timothy, one from John, and one from another animal. I don't know if I'll have time to do this because I'll need to be working on my actual school assignments. Oh well, Enjoy!