Author's Notes: Once again, flashbacks from the original text are in italic.

Disclaimer: The Last of the Really Great Whangdoodles does not belong to me.

Chapter Four

Ben, Tom, and Lindy walked towards Professor Savant's house. It was Saturday morning. The three siblings rounded the corner and were nearly at the Professor's house.

"Do you remember the first time we came here?" Lindy asked.

Tom nodded, the memory entering his mind.

The owl hooted again as Lindy stood on tiptoe and raised a trembling hand to the door knocker. With a burst of courage she banged it hard three times. The sound rang out in the stillness of the night and echoed through the trees. For a brief moment nothing happened. Then, suddenly, the front door swung open and a very sweet and cheerful-looking lady smiled down at her.

Lindy let our a piercing scream.

"I can't believe we thought Mrs. Primrose was a witch," Tom said, amused as the memory.

"Well, she dresses like one."



"Would you two quit your bickering?" Ben demanded, "We're here."

"Good morning!" Professor Savant greeted them cheerfully.

"Hi, Professor," Lindy replied.

"How are you three this morning?" the professor asked.

"Good," Tom said.

"Well, Mrs. Primrose packed a picnic basket full of goodies. Come on, we'll take my car."

"Since when do you drive?" Tom asked, incredulous.

"My dear Thomas," the professor chuckled, "I've had a driver's license for about twenty-five years now. More often than not, however, just I choose not too. It's bad for he environment, you know."

The four got into Professor Savant's car. He began to drive.

"Where exactly are we going?" Ben inquired.

The professor smiled, "Perhaps you remember the old farmhouse that I own."

"We're going there?" Lindy asked, sounding excited.

"Yes. I'm glad you remember it, Mel."

"You can call me Lindy if you'd like."

"Gee," Tom teased his sister good naturedly, "Aren't you worried about how filthy it could be?"

"Oh, hush, Tom," she replied, "Besides, we can sit on a blanket to keep clean."

Shortly after that, they arrived at the farm house. They sat around a fire, eating the goodies Mrs. Primrose had packed for them.

"Alright everybody," the professor said, "Tell me everything you smell. Quick!"

"The fire," Lindy piped up, "And I smell cinnamon from the food. The air in here has a kind of musty smell to it. Oh, and Ben's aftershave."

The professor chuckled, "Excellent, Lindy. Ben, you next."

"I smell the pine trees outside. I guess that's basically it, plus everything that Mel said."

"It's a good start," the professor encouraged.

Tom sipped his ginger ale. This was going better than he thought it would. It was much better than yesterday, at least. Lindy was actually trying. He smiled, glad that his sister seemed to be on board with this whole thing.

"Have you heard anything from Whangdoodleland, Professor?" he asked out loud.

"I saw the Prock yesterday," Professor Savant said in response to Tom's question, "They still haven't found Zoe. The Whangdoodle is simply beside himself with worry, as is Clarity. "

"I wonder where she could be," Tom worried.

"Not far, I hope," the Professor replied. He turned to the eldest of the Potter siblings, "Ben. How's school going?"

"It's fine," Ben replied, looking bored.

"I've been thinking," Lindy said, "It would be very nice to go back to the Bramblewood Zoo."

Tom gave his sister a funny look, "I can't picture you going to the zoo."

"Well, I would," Lindy said matter-of-factly, "It's where we met and this all started, you know. Don't you remember, all those years ago?"

"Of course I do. I just didn't think you did," Tom replied.

"Let's make a point of going back there," the Professor said.

"Right," Tom said, "As soon as we find the Whangdoodle's daughter."

Later that evening, Lindy knocked on Tom's bedroom door.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi, Lindy." Tom greeted her.

"Can I talk to you?" Lindy asked.

"Course," Tom replied.

"I know I've been acting badly recently. I mean, honestly, the whole 'Mel' persona is shallow and annoying and not something I want to be anymore."

"I'm glad you think so," Tom nodded.

"I guess," Lindy continued, "After the divorce I needed a way to cope, and I took to shopping and gossip. Tom, I don't even recognize myself anymore. Being with the professor makes me miss my old self."

"You're still Lindy," Tom told his sister, "I mean, even when you were Mel, Lindy was still hidden in there somewhere. You agreed to go on the professor's picnic today."

"Yeah. What I really wanted to do though, Tom, was apologize for acting so stupid. I really am sorry."

"Don't worry about it."

"Okay. Night, Tom."

"Night, Lindy."