Leaves - the REAL Day 5
Editor's note: due to a technical snafu, yesterday's installment was issused under the title "Leaves - Day 5." Our crack proofing staff in Stillwater reported the error. Sorry for any confusion. The chapter was the actual day 4 chapter and here is day 5.
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“Stop that right now!” Jeremiah turned around and screamed at the goat. The goat seemed to smile an evil smile and kept advancing.
As the goat jumped toward Jeremiah, to give that final push, getting him all the way up on the porch, Jeremiah took a step to the side and grabbed the goats horns. He quickly swung his right foot under the goat’s back legs and twisted the goat’s head to the right, putting his entire weight on the throw-down move. As they both hit the ground with a thud and a thump, Jeremiah quickly slid to his left so that the was on the goat’s back. He wrapped his legs around the goats belly and held onto the goat’s horns with one arm, wrapping his other arm around the goat’s exposed throat. Watching all that pro wrestling was paying off.
And he held on. He didn’t tighten his grip around the goat’s throat, for he didn’t want to kill it, but he didn’t loosen it either, for he didn’t want to be killed. The goat tried a few weak thrashes and rolls but could not break free of his attacker’s grip. So it finally just sighed, and said in a very feminine voice, “Well Pops, are you going to stay up on that porch laughing your head off, or are you going to get this kid off of me?”
In the tussle, Jeremiah had no time to see what was happening on the porch. He had his hands full just holding onto the goat. Now, he looked up at the porch and he noticed the old man laughing. He was still worried until he saw the cat had returned to the girl’s lap, and the girl was smiling one of the most beautiful smiles he had ever seen.
“Let Smokey go, kid,” commanded the old man and he returned to his rocker and relit his pipe.
Jeremiah figured Smokey must be the goat, so he relaxed. The goat, Smokey, rolled over and jumped to his feet, shaking as if to get the kid smell off of him. Jeremiah rolled over onto his stomach and started to stand up.
“Ouch” he yelled, grabbing his posterior.
“Smokey!” yelled the girl in a soft, humorous way. Smokey had decided he might have been beat, but he could get in one quick bite and then leave. As he chewed a large piece of Jeremiah’s pants, he wandered back over to the side yard.
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“Stop that right now!” Jeremiah turned around and screamed at the goat. The goat seemed to smile an evil smile and kept advancing.
As the goat jumped toward Jeremiah, to give that final push, getting him all the way up on the porch, Jeremiah took a step to the side and grabbed the goats horns. He quickly swung his right foot under the goat’s back legs and twisted the goat’s head to the right, putting his entire weight on the throw-down move. As they both hit the ground with a thud and a thump, Jeremiah quickly slid to his left so that the was on the goat’s back. He wrapped his legs around the goats belly and held onto the goat’s horns with one arm, wrapping his other arm around the goat’s exposed throat. Watching all that pro wrestling was paying off.
And he held on. He didn’t tighten his grip around the goat’s throat, for he didn’t want to kill it, but he didn’t loosen it either, for he didn’t want to be killed. The goat tried a few weak thrashes and rolls but could not break free of his attacker’s grip. So it finally just sighed, and said in a very feminine voice, “Well Pops, are you going to stay up on that porch laughing your head off, or are you going to get this kid off of me?”
In the tussle, Jeremiah had no time to see what was happening on the porch. He had his hands full just holding onto the goat. Now, he looked up at the porch and he noticed the old man laughing. He was still worried until he saw the cat had returned to the girl’s lap, and the girl was smiling one of the most beautiful smiles he had ever seen.
“Let Smokey go, kid,” commanded the old man and he returned to his rocker and relit his pipe.
Jeremiah figured Smokey must be the goat, so he relaxed. The goat, Smokey, rolled over and jumped to his feet, shaking as if to get the kid smell off of him. Jeremiah rolled over onto his stomach and started to stand up.
“Ouch” he yelled, grabbing his posterior.
“Smokey!” yelled the girl in a soft, humorous way. Smokey had decided he might have been beat, but he could get in one quick bite and then leave. As he chewed a large piece of Jeremiah’s pants, he wandered back over to the side yard.
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