the heck?â I said. âI canât believe he came back.â
Augie looked as freaked out as I was. âI just donât get why he did this.â
I pointed to the matches. âFrom what youâve said about him being a firebug, I guess weâre lucky he didnât burn the place down. I never should have told him we were making a fort.â
âYou didnât tell him to come here and trash the place,â said Augie.
â Man . We were nice to him! We offered to make up a new song for him!â
We were quiet for a minute, trying to take it all in. Then Augie said suddenly, âThe calendar!â
We looked, but it was gone.
That did it.
âLetâs go,â I said.
At the same time Augie said, âHeâs toast.â
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9
Quickly, Augie and I stashed our supplies, pulled the flap down, and hurried back through the woods.
Al and Unk were setting up their table and chairs when we reached the junkyard.
âDid you see Gerard around here this weekend?â Augie asked.
Al held up his hands, palms out. âWhoa there! No âHi, Al, how ya doinâ?â Whatâs got your panties in such a bunch?â
âSorry,â said Augie. âHi, Al. Hi, Unk.â
âThatâs better,â said Al with a smile.
âSo whatâs up?â said Unk.
âGerardâs been at our fort,â Augie explained. âMessing things up and taking stuff.â
âThe DeMuth kid?â Unk asked.
We nodded.
âWell, if that donât beat all,â said Unk, shaking his head. âFirst he burns down Alâs shed. Now this.â
âHey, Iâm willing to give him the benefit of the doubt in regards to the shed, ya know? I mean, I got no proof says it was him. And, truth be told, I had no use for that dilapidated old heap of boards. But ,â he declared, âa man doesnât mess with another manâs fort. Itâs just not done. A guyâs fort is his castle . Itâsâwhat do you call it?â sacred .â
We all nodded.
âSo what are ya gonna do?â Al asked.
âGo to his house,â I said, getting on my bike.
âCareful now,â Unk called after us as we rode away. âThat kidâs kind of funny in the head, you know. Heâs big, too. Thereâs no telling what he might do.â
We found Gerard in a lawn chair in his front yard, petting what looked like a little gray kitten sitting on his knees. We ditched our bikes and walked up to him, and as we got closer, I saw that it wasnât a kitten after all.
âAugie!â I said in a low voice. âHeâs got the squirrel tail.â
The tail was spread across Gerardâs knees and he was running his chubby white fingers down the furry length of it, over and over again. In his other hand, his thumb rubbed back and forth over the rabbitâs foot.
Gerard looked up then, saw us, and grinned, like he didnât have a care in the world. He didnât even look guilty, which really bugged me.
âWhere did you get that?â I asked, pointing to his lap.
His grin faltered for a second, but then returned big as ever. âWant to feel it?â He held out the tail. âItâs real soft. Soft as a rabbit.â
âWhat were you doing in the woods?â Augie asked, ignoring Gerardâs outstretched hand.
âWait a second,â I said. Something was bugging me about seeing Gerard with the squirrel tail, besides the obvious fact that heâd found it right near our fort. âAugie, didnât you say that thing would stink after a while?â
âHuh?â said Augie, looking surprised by my sudden changing of the subject. âOh. Yeah.â He thought for a minute. âIt oughtta stink by now.â
I didnât feel like getting close enough to find out for myself, especially after almost upchucking from the guts in the tent, so I asked Gerard, âDoes it? Does that squirrel
Christine Zolendz, Frankie Sutton, Okaycreations