The Case of the Haystack Kitties. John R. Erickson
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Название: The Case of the Haystack Kitties
Автор: John R. Erickson
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Учебная литература
Серия: Hank the Cowdog
isbn: 9781591887300
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“I thought we’d become famous scientists or something.”
“We became famous idiots, Drover, and do you know why?”
“Not really.”
“Because you told me a huge whopper of a lie and lured me into believing that story about cottonwood candy.”
He grinned. “Oh yeah. That was quite a whopper, but I knew you’d never believe it.”
“Yes, but I did believe it. I made the mistake of trusting you.”
“That was a mistake.”
“I just said that, and we don’t need you repeating everything I say.”
“What?”
“I said, we don’t need me repeating everything you say.”
“Oh, that’s okay. I don’t mind.”
“And for telling huge whoppers to the Head of Ranch Security, you will be written up. I’m going to put three Shame-on-You’s into your file.”
“Oh drat.”
“Make that four, Drover, since you’ve chosen to use naughty language while on duty. I hope this ruins your day and makes you feel lousy.”
He grinned. “Yeah, it does.”
“Then why are you grinning?”
“Well, let me think here.” He rolled his eyes around. “I deserved it so much, the guilt feels good and makes me grin.”
“Drover, that’s the dumbest statement you’ve ever made.”
“No, I said something dumber last week.”
“What was it?”
“Well, it was so dumb, I tried to forget it, and now I can’t remember.”
“Shut up, Drover. Talking with you makes me feel insane.”
I turned my gaze out the window and moved as far away from him as I could. Just sitting next to him scrambled my brain waves.
Slim fired up the motor, and we drove around to the stack lot, and in case you don’t know, a stack lot is where we keep our stacks of alfalfa hay over the winter months. It’s fenced off to keep the livestock . . .
Uh-oh. I saw the problem right away, even before Slim did. A bull had torn down the fence and had invaded the stack lot. No doubt he had been there most of the night, and he had wrecked the southwest corner of the stack.
Slim saw it too, and his eyes narrowed in anger. “Dadgum bull. Come on, Hank. We’ve got a job to do.”
He flew out the door and opened the wire gate into the stack lot. I tried to follow him out the pickup door, but Drover was in my way. “Excuse me, but I’ve just been called out on a Code Three.” He stared at me with empty eyes. “Will you please get out of my way?”
“When?”
“When what?”
“When did somebody get in your way?”
“You’re in my way right now!”
“Oh my gosh, did something happen?”
“Yes, something happened. We’re in a Code Three Situation. We’re under Red Alert, and you’re in my way, and I can’t get out. Move!”
He moved, all right. He started turning circles right there in the seat. “Help, mayday, Red Alert, oh my leg!”
“Stop squeaking and spinning in circles! Jump out the door and attack that bull!”
“Bull? Oh my gosh, okay, here we go, out the door . . .”
At last he jumped out the door, but would you like to guess what he did the very instant his feet hit the ground? Instead of charging after the bull, he ducked under the pickup and hid. I couldn’t believe it. I was so disgusted . . . oh well. I didn’t have time to deal with Drover’s problems.
I flew out the door and went ripping into the stack lot to give that smart-aleck bull a stiff dose of Ranch Justice. I’d never liked bulls in the first place, and I could hardly wait to tear this guy to shreds.
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