matches and raised him two. He saw my two and raised two more.
Uh-oh. Was I overplaying my hand? No! I didnât think so, anyway. I raised two more.
Dad threw in two more matches. âOkay, hotshot,â he said. âThis is getting too rich for me. I see you and call you.â
I laid down my full house. Dad groaned and put down a queen-high flush in clubs, a pretty decent hand.
âRead âem and weep!â I said, something Iâd learned from watching movies. I made a big show of hauling in all the matches. âAre you sure you want to keep playing?â I teased. âYour match pile is looking a little, uh, low .â
âItâs considered bad form to gloat when you win,â Dad observed.
âSorry. I couldnât help it.â
âItâs getting late. Youâd better give your mom a call.â
âOh, right. I forgot.â
After weâd talked for a while, I asked Mom, very casually, if Iâd had a tetanus shot. Pranking Augie about having lockjaw had been fun, but I didnât want to be sick for real. Immediately, I wished Iâd never brought it up. Mom asked me a million questions and made me put Dad on to make sure I didnât need an ambulance or something. Anyway, the good news was, I did have the shot.
Monday morning, Augie and I met up to head back out to the fort. The plan, approved by both Dad and Gram, was that we could stay there until dinnertime Wednesday. Then we had to come home for a night to âget re-civilized,â as Gram put it.
Augie came to my house and we loaded up our backpacks with supplies. Dad had helped me pick out stuff that doesnât spoil, like cans of tuna fish, beef jerky, saltines, nuts, dried fruit, granola bars, and a new tub of margarine. Heâd also let me get junk food like potato chips and Cheetos, which we didnât usually buy, but he winked and said heâd heard they went well with squirrel. Iâd spent part of my allowance on extra flashlight batteries.
âGood score,â Augie said approvingly. He had two new comics to contribute, as well as some homemade cookies from Gram, some tomatoes from her garden, and marbles for the slingshot. We planned to hunt squirrels again.
Al and Unk werenât there yet when we stopped to stash our bikes at the junkyard. We headed straight for the fort. As we crossed the stream, we saw right away that the rock was overturned again. This time, the squirrel skin and innards had been disturbed. Actually, they were gone.
Augie and I looked at each other.
âI guess maybe it was an animal before,â I said uncertainly.
âI guess maybe,â Augie agreed.
But when we got to the fort, the flap was hanging crookedly, half-open. And when we looked inside, it was obvious right away that someone had been there again.
First, we were hit with a horrible smell that almost made me toss my breakfast.
We hadnât exactly cleaned up on Saturday morning, but weâd left our sleeping bags rolled in one corner and our other stuff in the orange crate shelf or on the table. Now our cards and comics were thrown all around. There was a heap of blackened stubs, as if somebody had lit one match after another and watched them burn down.
The smell came from the remains of the squirrel, which sat in a disgusting, stinky pile on top of one of the sleeping bagsâwhich just happened to be mine. Worst of all, the whole pile looked like it was moving, which was really creepy. Then I realized it was movingâcrawling with maggots, actuallyâwhich was way creepier.
âOh, man!â I said. âGross!â
I picked up the sleeping bagâmaking sure not to touch anywhere near the maggotsâand took it outside, where I gave it a good shake, sending the guts and maggots flying. I probably should have walked farther away from the fort, but I just wanted that stuff off my sleeping bag .
Going back into the fort, I looked around again. âWhat