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Show 18 anybody, " said Georgie. "Animals," said Jarvis. Georgie got up and looked out the mosquito netting, but Jarvis could see his hands shaking. "Feels cold out," said Georgie. Now that Jarvis knew Georgie was scared too, he felt better. He xxxkxQt put two bottles of finger paint in his pockets and tossed two bottles to Georgie. It was imperative to be sneaky the whole time. The two of them left the tent and dove for the back of Georgie's garage, then sneaked along the garage wall and dashed to the back of the Gorky's house. Down the driveway on hands and knees. Now they skulked behind the shrubs at the front of the house, the silent,xixxai pot-holed street a sea of street light to the Funster's front yard. No more words. They had already decided to avoid KXKXXXXXXXX Funly's house as much as possible, and so the gate at the front of the yard. They would hit the neighhor's shrubs at the left, then follow them to the barn that was now the Funster's garage. Then the back gate. It took forever. They ducked, popped, fell, stumbled, scared each other with their breath. But finally, they lay on their bellies at Funly*s back gate, panting, peering into the yard for the tent where Funly Funster and Stinky Jinx slept the bliss of pre-molestation. "See it?" asked Georgie. ,c Jarvis pointed xx passed the x dirt patch withArope x swing to the clump o f *•» trees near the sand box. There *•* the M ^ green hunting tent, dark and still. He'd never mentioned it to Georgie, but he wondered what would happen if Funly and Stinky woke up xxxix during the painting. At least they'd be in the tent. Big Funster wouldn't shoot at the x tent. Then, just before opening the back gate, Jarvis remembered another thing, Funster's hunting dogs in the barn. He turned to Georgie. "I forgot about the hunting dogs," he whispered. Georgie thought for a minute, rubbing his chin like his Dad, Gary Gorky. He looked dumb. "Well," said Georgie. "We're next to the barn now." Jarvis was counting his breaths, xx The whole idea felt more stupid every second. Maybe tomorrow they could just beat the crap out of the two of them. Why risk their lives? |
