Cold Cereal (The Cold Cereal Saga)

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COLD CEREAL

ADAM REX

DEDICATION

More than ever, for Marie

CONTENTS

Cover

Title Page

Dedication

And Now a Word from Our Sponsor

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

About the Author

Other Works

Credits

Copyright

About the Publisher

AND NOW A WORD FROM OUR SPONSOR

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PROLOGUE

In the busy airport, baggage turned slowly on a carousel. A crowd of people stood around it, arms crossed and waiting, some of them staring at a silent television bolted to the ceiling. The closed captioning at the bottom of the screen was seven seconds late and often misspelled, so though the newscasters were back and reporting on the death of billionaire Sir Peter Humphreys, the words still read:

BURLAP CRISP—ANOTHR GOOD CEREAL FROM

THE GOOD FILKS AT GOODCO//

THERES A LITTLE BIT OF MAGIC IN EVRY BOX.

The people were passed by an airport employee in a stiff airport shirt carrying a cage that couldn’t ride on the baggage carousel because there was something living inside.
People stole glances at the pet carrier in his hand and said “Cute, a little dog” and “Look, somebody’s dog was on the plane.” Then he set the cage down by a cluster of unclaimed bags and went into an office for some paperwork.

A woman with a tight ponytail that hoisted her face into a permanent, painted grin bent in front of the cage.

“Aw, hewwo, widdle Chihuahua,” she said. “Hewwo.” Then she rose to go wherever it is people like that come from.

Next at the cage door was another woman, wearing a sweatshirt decorated with an appliqué hot dog.

“Oh, Martin!” she called over her shoulder. “It’s a dachshund! Just like the one I wanted at that pet store! Come see! Martin!”

When it became clear that Martin was not going to come see, she left, and immediately another face appeared. A man’s. He peered into the pet carrier, looked over his shoulder in disbelief at the hot dog woman, then back in the carrier again.

“You ain’t a dog,” he told the thing in the cage. “You a tiny little man.”

The tiny little man in the cage, the tiny old man in a red tracksuit with a face like a rotten apple, brightened and turned to the door.

“You see me, lad!” he said. “Don’t you? Lord, it’s been a while. Quick, now, an’ open the door.”

“Not a dog,” the man muttered. “A little man in a box.”

“Quickly, lad! Let me out! She’ll come for me soon!”

The wide face only stared back.

“Thing is, see, you somebody else’s little man. You ain’t my little man. Maybe you supposed to be in that box.”


Please
, lad,” the little old man pleaded. “I’ve been kidnapped. I’ve been in this chicken coop for
three days
. I’ll… I’ll make it worth your while. Riches. Gold! Anything that’s in my power t’ give—”

But the man outside the cage was already getting up. As he stood he said, “None of
my
business,” and walked away.

The caged man pressed his face against the cold door and watched him go. Then a little fist clutching a Barbie doll struck him in the nose, and he withdrew to the back of the carrier.

“Puppy!” screeched the girl with the Barbie as her face filled the door. “PUPPY!”

“I must be in New York,” the little man said. “I always hated New York.”

CHAPTER 1

“Lucky,” said Polly at breakfast. Scott looked up from his cereal and frowned. It was just the two of them in the kitchen, but “lucky” seemed like such an unsuitable word that he was tempted to see if someone was standing behind him.

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