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She had to restrain herself from yelling at Miss Joy, from screaming into the phone, ‘Phoebe isn’t real you twit, grow up already!’while throttling the handset or fantasizing of pulling the long and winding cord completely out of the phone’s housing, but of course she stopped short, composing herself before replying. Frustrated it wasn’t Joe or The Rusty Rooster calling, Aunt Martha tried to hide her tone of voice that would reveal her letdown and annoyance. “Joe, Joe? Is that you?” “Martha, any word? I’ve been praying like crazy, Phoebe and I both have,” Miss Joy announced into the phone. Had they known, maybe they would have fought for deeper breaths and found the strength to call for help.Īs if things weren’t bad enough, they soon discovered they were not alone, the crevice home to a den of snakes, or in the least one very fat serpent who had at first kept a low, unseeable profile but now curiously slithered along, inch by inch, hugging the rock wall, darting its tongue and rattling its tail, none too pleased with the boys’ unwelcome presence. Had the boys known these grassy lands were there, then they would have known that goat herds were probably there, and if goats were probably there, they would have guessed that goat herders would be there, too. Goats play a huge role in keeping that from happening. If the grassy balds are overtaken by the trees the Gray’s lily will most assuredly become extinct. This particular area is most famous for its lavish patches of rhododendron, among the largest in the world, but it also hosts the Gray’s lily, which only grows in three states: Virginia, North Carolina and Tennessee. Just up the mountain, over the crest, unbeknownst to the boys there were some grassy balds, as they are called: treeless patches that stretched for miles. “And stop your dang crying, you’ll dry up like a runned over toad frog baking on a flat rock.” Help is coming,” he answered, dead set on believing it. Aren’t you thirsty?” “Nah, I’m ok,” he lied. “Stop with your nonsense we’re gonna be ok, you’ll see,” Attempting to reassure his older brother, Tommy turned his swollen and somewhat gruesome black and blue face away from him to hide his own fear.
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We shoulda took ‘em home even if daddy woulda whipped our butts.” “Timmy, stop it now,” Tommy hissed, trying to kick dirt at Timmy he winced in paid, his ankle surely broken. “Tommy, do you think the kittens are dead, ain’t nobody feedin’ ‘em, no one knows they’re even there.
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Timmy started crying, remembering pets they had loved and lost, talking of how their mamma would have a hard time getting over the loss of her twin boys, how he had wanted to be a blacksmith and make things with fire and metal, like their daddy. With no canteens and having strayed too far from creeks for far too long before the fall, their throats were already parched before the plunge. If there was any silver lining, Timmy and Tommy neither one sustained internal injuries, but they were slowly dying of thirst.