"Get off of me…Cissy! I'm gonna tell Momma on you," he screamed shoving me with both of his hands.
"Yeah," I said getting off of him for the second time. "Well…that's if we ever get home."
I felt the damp grass and sand crawling up the incline. Sitting on the edge and letting my legs dangle, I decided to let the mist clear before leaving the ditch.
"Cissy…where are you?" Joey cried.
"I didn't leave you. I'm sitting on the edge of the ditch."
I could hear him moving towards me.
"Oh…there you are," he whispered. He leaned against me for protection.
I placed my arm around his shoulder and crooned, "Don't worry."
We heard the sound of chirping crickets along with another sound I could not distinguish.
"What is that noise?" I whispered.
"I think it's my stomach," Joey whined. "I'm starving."
"No," I responded. "It's NOT your stomach I'm hearing. It's something else."
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Part One:
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Part Two:
www.examiner.com/examiner/x-3788-Norfolk-Nutrition-Examiner~y2009m4d23-Allie-short-for-alligator-bait-2
Part Three:
www.examiner.com/examiner/x-3788-Norfolk-Nutrition-Examiner~y2009m4d30-Allie-short-for-alligator-bait-3
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