The Curse of the Incredible Priceless Corncob. John R. Erickson
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Название: The Curse of the Incredible Priceless Corncob
Автор: John R. Erickson
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Учебная литература
Серия: Hank the Cowdog
isbn: 9781591887072
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You know what the little dope did? He wagged and grinned his way over to the fence, collected his pat on the head, and then made a big show of eating a derned corncob. I could have wrung his neck.
He gummed the cob and rolled it around in his mouth and grinned up at Sally May, just as though he’d got hold of the best steak on the ranch—until Sally May went back into the house and turned off the yard light.
And then, why you’d have thought that cob was on fire, the way he spit it out! Once the audience goes home, the farce is over.
I came out of hiding and walked over to Drover. “That was a pretty good show you put on, son.”
“Oh thanks, Hank. I didn’t want Sally May to think we didn’t like her corncobs.”
“Yes, I noticed. It was a brilliant stroke. Now, for the rest of our lives, she’s going to be feeding us corncobs and garbage, and thanks to you, she’ll expect us to eat it!”
“Gee, I hadn’t thought of it that way.”
“That’s too bad, son. You’ve made your bed and now the chickens will come home to roost in it.”
“Oh my gosh, they’re awful messy.”
“Exactly. Well,” I took a deep breath, “you’ve made a shambles of the evening. Let’s see if we can salvage something of the night. Come on, we’ve still got two days’ work to do between now and daylight.”
We started down the hill. I had already begun sifting through details and organizing the night patrol, when all of a sudden I heard a sound that made me freeze in my tracks.
I froze in my tracks. Drover, who was looking at the stars, ran into me. “Hold up, halt! Did you hear what I heard?”
“Oops, ’scuse me, I don’t know. What did you hear?”
“Shhh! Listen.”
We cocked our heads and listened. There it was again, the sniveling, whining voice of a cat: “Ummm, they left all these nice corncobs, just for me!”
“So, it’s all coming clear now,” I whispered. “We’ve been duped by the cat. He engineered this whole thing just so he could steal our corncobs!”
“Huh. But I thought we didn’t want the corncobs.”
“That’s precisely what he wanted you to think you wanted, Drover. You played right into his devilish scheme, and I came within a hair of playing the sucker myself. But I think we’ve caught it just in the nick of time.”
“Oh good.”
“Come on, son, and prepare for combat. We’re fixing to send Pete the Barncat to the School of Hard Knocks.”
And with that, we made an about-face and marched back up the hill.
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