Yewling Lake
Excerpt(Screen fades in on a field of waving grain, moving past from stalk to stalk, eventually reaching a clove of trees. As the scenery continues to roll by a voice speaks through the background silence.)
Jenna Lee: Time always has seemed to fly by hasn’t it? But still- to this day, I can always think back and remember most of what happened on the first day I ever went into Mrs. Yewling’s home. I was just a little girl then and was playing down at the lake with all the other town kids, like we did every Wednesday afternoon when Mrs. Barker would let us have an extended recess down at Mrs. Yewling’s dairy farm. The boys were acting especially silly that evening and Simon Lewis ran just a bit too fast; skidding in a stray cow patty and falling straight onto his butt. Now, at the time I was just recovering from a small fever and you must understand- The smell was just too much to stand! So I went and did what any other seven-year-old girl like me would have done in my place… I barfed. Mrs. Yewling, bless her soul, was out watering her pansies that evening when we had our little plunder. Her home being only about a quarter-mile down the road she managed to see the whole scene, and came shuffling to our rescue- pink robe, fuzzy slippers, and all. Cow Poop Lewis (as he was called from that day forth by all who were present when it happened) was given a bar of soap and told to soak up in the lake while I was brought back to her house and given a nice cup of warm tea. Everybody else was sent back early to school… Still feeling a bit noxious, I asked her where the bathroom was. Her answer of “Down the hallway, first left” really wasn’t all that helpful- but not wanting to admit that I still didn’t know my left from right, I stood up and took my best guess… (Her voice fades away and the screen blacks out) |
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