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So they
went that-a-way, after the horses
had a big drink at the river. Back up to the
stone road they had come in by, they turned
left and kept going … faster now … klippity
klop klop.. ..klippity klop klop … maybe they
would make it to the Marshmallow Waste before
dark. It seemed like forever since they had
left Mangoes End.
The stone road turned into dirt again about
a half mile down … and tufts of silvery blue
grass were coming up in the middle of it. Pink
bell-like flowers grew along the sides of the
road. The yellow sun was warm on them, with
just a slight tropical breeze that almost felt
like ocean. Soon they thought they heard banjo
music. They looked around and strained their
necks and finally figgerd out it was coming
from the silvery blue grass growing in the
middle of the road. Guess that is why they
call it bluegrass banjo muisc.
The music brought out the Chips who once again
resumed their places on J’s shoulders and along
the manes of the horses. It seemed suspiciously
like there were more of them now than before.
When Granma looked back at Julio she could
see that the Chips were also hanging onto Mober & Pepper’s
tails. Mober’s bronzy-brass tail looked like
it had a pretty pink & white bow tied at
the top of it. Pepper was sporting a red bow
at the top of her tail.
"Ai yai yai …" exclaimed J. "We forgot
da Muff!" Sure enough, Muff had been so busy
playing that she hadn’t even seen them leave. "Do
you think she wants to stay there?" asked G. "I’ll
just pull out my handy whistle in my pocket here,
and see if she comes," said the J-man. "I
didn’t know you had a whistle! That could come in
real handy." said G. You know how little boys
always have their pockets full of stuff ... screws,
nails, eraser, knives, tools … handy stuff like that. "I
have a pencil," said G. "That already
came in handy too." (remember when they wrote
a note to PKK on the table about taking the hammock?) Anyway
. . .
So Julio got his shiny metal whistle out of his
pocket and put it on a red string around his
neck. "Man, that whistle looks familiar," said
G. "Wonder where you got it?" "I
dono," quips J. Then he blows ..real hard
…. Man, they shoulda prepared the horses. Not
good, not good, not good. They both took off
like lightning from a thunder cloud! Mober was
not one to loose her head tho’ and she stopped
as suddenly as she started and turned around
for a look-see. Pepper was the scaredy cat baby
who dumped Julio and was giving the Chips the
guacamole treatment. Well, the whistle noise
had come from J, so Pepper got the worst of it.
Luckily for the Hoo, he landed on some of the
soft, silvery, blue-green banjo music grass in
the middle of the road and was sitting there
a little dazed. Pepper was over by Mober - shaking.
G caught up her bridle and held onto her so J
could climb a rock and get back on. Little boys
bounce right back after a bucking off like that
~ not so with ole decrepiddy Granma's tho. Maybe
Pepper would bow down, but G had her doubts about
that after the whistle incident. "So Hoo,
you're gonna' have to go a little ways off and
blow that thing!" said G.
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