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Kitty |
| Written by Jake Bullock | |
| Friday, 11 January 2008 | |
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"So, let's dig her up." Paul was a young boy living in a great family in a great house in a beautiful suburban neighborhood with lots of old white people. Paul wanted to be a paleontologist. He had wanted to dig up dinosaurs and discover history for as long as he could remember. Paul also loved animals, and for his 9th birthday his parents had gotten him a cat. Kitty, as she was named by Paul, lived for 3 days before being fatally hit by a car. "So, let's dig her up" suggested Lenny. Lenny lived down the street. Paul met Lenny in kindergarten and they had been friends ever since. "She's definitely nothing but bones by now, and you're always so into digging stuff up, why not?" Paul couldn't find anything wrong with the plan. He was young, and Kitty had died so soon that it was not as if he shared some special connection with the now deceased house pet. It would be a fun experiment, good practice for digging up dinosaurs in the years to come. Paul and Lenny walked out to the old shed in the backyard and each grabbed a spade. It was a beautiful spring day and a light breeze rustled green leaves as the two friends walked across the backyard to the dirt patch where Kitty had been laid to rest. A single wooden plank bearing "R.I.P." was all that marked the grave. The boys ignored this and began the dig. Time passed and the operation was running smoothly. Excitement built in the boys as they felt their spades hit soggy cardboard. It was the box holding their discovery, and Lenny quickly brushed off the dirt and reached down to pick up the make shift coffin. As he lifted the top off the old shoebox, Lenny let out a scream that was heard throughout the beautiful suburban neighborhood. He dropped the box and ran home. Paul, still sitting by the hole they had dug, began to cry.
Copyright 2008 Jake Bullock |
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