Thursday, January 21, 2010

Little Guy Gets Left in the Shop

Little Guy was not having a good morning. Granddaddy wouldn't let Little Guy and Sunshine out of the backyard. Sugar had a new calf. Blackie was grieving. And Granddaddy didn't think Little Guy or Sunshine should help. Little Guy disagreed but there was nothing he could do about it. Granddaddy had set up that awful electric fence around the backyard so digging out was not going to happen.

Finally, Granddaddy relented. He had charged the car battery and then had to take the charger back to the shop. Oh boy! Little Guy and Sunshine got to go. It wasn't much of a trip but it sure beat the backyard.

Sunshine stayed outside the shop door but Little Guy rushed inside and started sniffing around. Surely there was something he could hunt. It was a shop after all. Mama had it filled with stuff that Granddaddy calls junk. Mama calls it future money. Little stays out of that debate.

Little Guy was moving around some boxes when all of a sudden the light went out. He heard the metal door slam shut.

Uh-oh.

Little Guy called out loudly.

No one answered. Granddaddy had left him in the shop all by himself.

He hurried to the door. Shivers of light creeped up from the bottom. It wasn't so scary with the light.

Granddaddy finally came back. He seemed surprised to find Little Guy sitting there. Little Guy whined but Granddaddy laughed. That hurt Little Guy's feelings.

"You weren't in here that long, Little Guy," he said. "You were okay."

"No, I wasn't." Little Guy stomped his foot. "I was scared and all by myself and you laughed at me!"

Little Guy turned and headed to the house. He didn't want to be with Granddaddy anymore.

"I'm going to tell my Mama on you," he yelled. "She's going to be mad at you. You just wait. She won't think locking me in the shop, in the dark, all by myself is funny. She won't think it's funny at all."

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