the Apple Pie
Copyright 1999
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Sam did have fun though. He loved being alone, but when he was alone he did exciting things. He�d hike through the forests taking photographs of dear or feeding the squirrels. Once he found a baby fox who�s mother had been killed by a coyote. He took the fox home and made a pet out of her. He named his beloved fox Trixie.
One day Sam was sitting on the porch with Trixie. He was putting together a model truck, which had saved, up his allowance to buy. He collected model trucks and would save every penny to buy yet another one.
Mother came out onto the porch and said, �Sam, we�re going to the Jackson�s house for a BBQ picnic for supper. Isn�t that nice?�
Sam peered up at Mother from behind his long hair. �Do I have to go?� was the first thing he asked. He carefully applied a dab of clue to tiny steering wheel, which he held in his hand.
�Yes, dear. Don� you want to?� Mother answered. �There�s going to be hamburger�s and apple pie.� She knew that Sam loved to eat�that is when he was alone. Usually if there were any people around besides his family, I got to nervous to eat, no matter how hungry he was.
�I don�t know them,� Sam said. �Who are they?� He put his arm around Trixie and stroked her head lovingly.
�I�ve told you about the Jackson�s, Sam.� Mother said. �They�re a family that I met last month when I went to those special church services in Greendale. They have a 15-year-old boy named Jacob and a girl named Anna who�s your age.�
�I don�t want to go,� Sam said plainly, shaking his head.
�Sam,� Mother said gently. �You must come along. I told the Jackson�s all about you and they�re looking forward to meeting you.�
Sam stared miserably at an ant crawling across the porch and sighed. Then he looked up at mother and asked, �Can I take Trixie?�
�Certainly,� Mother smiled. �I�m sure they wouldn�t mind at all.�
A few hours later they were pulling up in front of large two-story house in Greendale. �This must be it,� Dad said cheerfully. He opened the car door and got out. Mother did the same. Sam just sat there with his arms around Trixie.
Dad opened the car door and said, �Come on, Sam. We�re hear. You can�t just sit out hear in the car.�
Reluctantly Sam climbed out. Trixie trotted along right behind him as they walked towards the front door.
Dad rang the doorbell. As they waited for a response, Sam picked up Trixie and gazed around the yard. There was a huge tree with a big tree house in it. He thought to himself that it sure looked like a nice place to be. It would be a perfect place to get away from other people.
Just then the door opened by tall, strong, well-built teenage boy. He grinned and said, �Oh hi, come right on in. You must be Mr. and Mrs. Brush and this must be Sam. I�m Jacob.� He shook hands with Mother and Dad and then, seeing Sam�s hands were full with Trixie, he said, �Hi Sam is that your pet?�
�Hi,� Sam mumbled. Then looking at Trixie he nodded. Soon Mr. and Mrs. Jackson came in and started talking with Sam�s parents. Mother said, �And this is my son Sam who I�ve told you so much about.�
�Nice to meet you, Sam,� said Mr. Jackson. �Is that a fox you have there?�
Sam gulped and nodded, ducking behind his hair.
