Post by Lewis Guthrie on Nov 15, 2006 22:48:25 GMT -5
"LEWIS CLARK GUTHRIE, IF YOU DON'T STOP IT I'M GONNA COME UP THERE 'N THRASH YOUR BEHIND!"
A very displeased young girl stood under the canopy of a majestic apple tree and glared up through it's branches at her twin brother. She got no response at first, only another bruised and wormy apple tossed at her head.
The girl shrieked indignantly and scurried out of the apple's path. "I mean it, Lewis!"
Care-free laughter came from the tip-top of the tree. "You cain't climb trees. You're a girl," he taunted, leaning out of the branches so he could see her. He said it purely to rile her up; their older sister Paige was the best tree-climber he knew.
Lewis hung like a sloth as his sister ranted, watching her upside-down as she stomped her foot and point her finger at him. Then, his grip on the bough slipped. Bark scraped unforgivingly at his skin until he caught it with his hands. The slip elicited a yell from the little girl on the ground, but after the initial flash of fear, Lewis laughed.
"Hey look, sis! No hands!"
"Lewis! Stop it! Ya gonna fall!"
"So? I'd just bounce."
"Nuh uh! Ya cain't even stop rocks half the time. Yain't infunsipull!" The little girl retorted, repeating the word mama had used in regards to Lewis many times, though the girl had no idea what it meant.
The boy threw his sister an indignant look and hoisted himself up onto the branch. He pulled himself along the branch toward the edge of the rood. He ignored the tickly feeling of his arms; he knew it wasn't enough to be very bad. "I'll show ya," he muttered as he grabbed the edge of the roof and pulled himself onto it despite his sister's protests.
As Lewis stood, his sister's worried yells weakened. She was curious too, to see if he could really do it without getting hurt. She'd seen him deflect rocks and sticks and even the hooves of their workhorse when Lewis had fallen off of him one day.
Lewis stared down at the ground and thought real hard. He knew when the force field was up; he could feel it like one can feel that they are smiling. He couldn't help but feel a little scared, so high up like that.
"LEWIS!"
Uh-oh. Lewis looked up to see lanky Jeb, with his mop of dark brown hair, leading the mare from the stable. Jeb had stopped and was staring up at his little brother. "What are you doin'?" He shouted across the yard, suspicion and tension in his voice.
Lewis looked back to the ground and gulped, pressing his lips together. Jeb didn't think he could do it, either. Nobody did. Well he'd show them, all of 'em.
He gulped air, and he jumped.
But as soon as his feet left the roof and the ground started rushing at him ten times faster than he'd ever though it could, he panicked. His force field was dropped immediately, and he knew it. He let out a terrified yell, throwing his arms out to protect himself.
When he hit the ground, his arms were the first to break. Then he cracked his head and broke a few ribs. And he laid there, face-down, as Jeb raced across the yard and Paige looked out the kitchen window and saw her brother, all bloodied up and broken. The oldest sister flung the mug she was drying into the sink and raced for the door, yelling for Sam as she ran out to help Lewis.
Lewis blacked out within moments, and as the bright light of the summer day faded away, hoarse laughter sounded from his throat. The smile remained on his face all the way to the hospital.
A very displeased young girl stood under the canopy of a majestic apple tree and glared up through it's branches at her twin brother. She got no response at first, only another bruised and wormy apple tossed at her head.
The girl shrieked indignantly and scurried out of the apple's path. "I mean it, Lewis!"
Care-free laughter came from the tip-top of the tree. "You cain't climb trees. You're a girl," he taunted, leaning out of the branches so he could see her. He said it purely to rile her up; their older sister Paige was the best tree-climber he knew.
Lewis hung like a sloth as his sister ranted, watching her upside-down as she stomped her foot and point her finger at him. Then, his grip on the bough slipped. Bark scraped unforgivingly at his skin until he caught it with his hands. The slip elicited a yell from the little girl on the ground, but after the initial flash of fear, Lewis laughed.
"Hey look, sis! No hands!"
"Lewis! Stop it! Ya gonna fall!"
"So? I'd just bounce."
"Nuh uh! Ya cain't even stop rocks half the time. Yain't infunsipull!" The little girl retorted, repeating the word mama had used in regards to Lewis many times, though the girl had no idea what it meant.
The boy threw his sister an indignant look and hoisted himself up onto the branch. He pulled himself along the branch toward the edge of the rood. He ignored the tickly feeling of his arms; he knew it wasn't enough to be very bad. "I'll show ya," he muttered as he grabbed the edge of the roof and pulled himself onto it despite his sister's protests.
As Lewis stood, his sister's worried yells weakened. She was curious too, to see if he could really do it without getting hurt. She'd seen him deflect rocks and sticks and even the hooves of their workhorse when Lewis had fallen off of him one day.
Lewis stared down at the ground and thought real hard. He knew when the force field was up; he could feel it like one can feel that they are smiling. He couldn't help but feel a little scared, so high up like that.
"LEWIS!"
Uh-oh. Lewis looked up to see lanky Jeb, with his mop of dark brown hair, leading the mare from the stable. Jeb had stopped and was staring up at his little brother. "What are you doin'?" He shouted across the yard, suspicion and tension in his voice.
Lewis looked back to the ground and gulped, pressing his lips together. Jeb didn't think he could do it, either. Nobody did. Well he'd show them, all of 'em.
He gulped air, and he jumped.
But as soon as his feet left the roof and the ground started rushing at him ten times faster than he'd ever though it could, he panicked. His force field was dropped immediately, and he knew it. He let out a terrified yell, throwing his arms out to protect himself.
When he hit the ground, his arms were the first to break. Then he cracked his head and broke a few ribs. And he laid there, face-down, as Jeb raced across the yard and Paige looked out the kitchen window and saw her brother, all bloodied up and broken. The oldest sister flung the mug she was drying into the sink and raced for the door, yelling for Sam as she ran out to help Lewis.
Lewis blacked out within moments, and as the bright light of the summer day faded away, hoarse laughter sounded from his throat. The smile remained on his face all the way to the hospital.
