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Good readers, you have been more than patient. none the less, a little more exposition is required. Join me as I fill in the background players. Just a few more pages I hope you will find this addition an easy read, before I get on with the squashing. A few days have passed, as we return to the story.... |
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Friday afternoon, and the math class seemed like it would never end. Aaron could hardly concentrate as Mr. Stern, the teacher droned on about the functions of the co sine and the tangent. Although he had studied the topic, and could do the formulas, he had no interest in the subject. He glanced across the room toward Buzz, who was sitting, staring out the window, and hopelessly behind in his comprehension. Aaron knew he would have to tutor Buzz next week, before the big test. The end of period bell rang, catching Mr. Stern in mid sentence. He was working out a formula on the board, the cuffs of his shirt, white with chalk dust. He turned and saw the class draining from the room. He was frustrated because the students didn't wait for his dismissal, but it was always like this in Friday's, last period class. As the last handful of students were leaving the room, he called out, to no one in particular, the pages of the homework assignment, due Monday. Randy and Stu were waiting by the big rock, at the far corner of the school yard. Stu was making adjustments on his hand brakes, with a small screwdriver he carried in his bikes took kit, Randy was affixing an old baseball card to the frame supporting his back tire, so it would be hit by the spokes and make a clacking noise. The big rock was a convenient meeting place for the boys, it was just far enough away from the school, to afford a hiding place for the punks who wanted to sneak a smoke between classes. There were usually cigarette butts littering the ground. Close to the rock, but off the school grounds was a small grove of trees. At this moment, Stu and Randy were distracted by the antics of some squirrels, chasing each other above the lower branches of the tree. The squirrels appeared to be playing, leaping from branch to branch. Both boys were surprised when one of the squirrels either misjudged the distance to a branch, or hit a branch that was dead. It fell to the ground, thirty feet below, with a thud. "wow, I've never seen that before" commented Stu. "is it dead?" asked Randy, walking up to the fallen animal. The Squirrel was not dead, but it was most likely injured. It lie on the ground, panting heavily, but not moving. Randy noticed Buzz and Aaron approaching. "Hey guys, did you see that? It was jumping the branches chasing the other squirrel, and it just fell!" "No crap," said Buzz moving in closer to get a better look at the Squirrel. "It looks pretty hurt" commented Stu, "maybe we should call the police, they have an animal control unit." Randy nodded agreement. "No, it's just about dead" said Buzz, who turned around to find a stick to poke the animal. "leave it alone", said Randy in a low voice, almost to himself. "Maybe it's diseased" ventured Aaron, "why else would it loose control, and fall" "You can never tell" said Stu, "my mom says that most squirrels carry diseases, maybe this one has rabies" Randy and Aaron stepped back. "I'm gonna put this one out of it's misery" said Buzz, picking up a heavy rock. "hey, anyone want a Squirrel foot? I got my knife" Aaron and Randy turned away, feeling sorry for the fallen animal. Buzz had grandparents who lived out in the country, on a farm, He would often brag about how he killed chickens, with a big axe, for the family dinner. When the barn cat had a litter of kittens, Buzz's grandpa showed the proper way to get rid of unwanted mouth's to feed, over at the side of the barn, by the big rain barrel. Killing animals was a part of living at the farm, and to Buzz, it was no big deal, In fact, he liked to hunt, he was good at shooting his rifle. Stu, Aaron and Randy were very uncomfortable with the idea of killing and could not watch, as Buzz raised the heavy rock over his head, and brought it down forcefully on the injured animal. Randy winced at the crunching thud it made. "It sure looks dead now" laughed Buzz The squirrel was still, it's front half under the big rock, and there was just the smallest trace of blood. "Let's get out of here" said Aaron sullenly. Randy had never seen an animal killed before, he shuddered, and felt an odd combination of sadness, revulsion and curiosity. "maybe a vet could have helped it" he said slowly. "Fat chance" said Buzz, excited by the kill, " they would just shoot it anyway, whose going to give a damn over a sick squirrel ?" he joked. "Now, what's this great secret you want to show us?" Buzz asked Aaron.. "Yeah, what's the mystery?" repeated Stu. "Don't worry, you will find out soon enough" said Aaron. Randy, was in on the secret and knew what was coming up. "Come on over to my place around five, You've never seen anything like what I'm going to show you" Randy nodded in agreement. "What, you got hair on your dick?" joked Buzz. "you're a crude asshole" replied Stu, shaking his head, but laughing inside. Early on, Aaron and Randy had decided to share the squiggly clay with their friends, but they also decided to keep a secret, of how they did it. In fact, neither actually knew how it worked, but they understood the procedure to make the clay come alive. |
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