Little Golden Tree

Ann H Gabhart Ann's Posts, Heart of Hollyhill

November 3, 1965

Jocie Brooke here reporting from Hollyhill, Kentucky. Ahh, Autumn! A lot of the trees have lost their leaves. We had a windy rain last week. I had to rake leaves all day on Saturday. Then Sunday I raked Miss Sally’s yard. 

Dad says it’s okay to work on Sunday if it is to help somebody and besides raking leaves is more fun than work. I just love jumping in piles of leaves. 
And look at this cute little golden tree. Miss Sally says it’s a pawpaw tree and that maybe next year it will have some fruit and I can eat one. Dad says it tastes sort of like a banana but Wes says more like a Jupiter bababa. Whatever that is! 
Makes me want to write a song. Did you ever dream up a song? “Little golden tree. Little golden tree.” Uh, now I’m stuck. That makes me remember poor stuck Bailey. Guess I better try to rescue him from the bulldozer monster. 
BAILEY’S BUG by Jocie Brooke

(Continued from last week. The nasty leash has got caught in the bulldozer wheel and is choking Bailey.)

   “You’re going to have to pull harder, Bailey.” Lucinda’s voice was right in his ear.
   He was glad she had come back for him, but he could only gasp while brown spots floated in front of his eyes.
    “Come on, lad. One more good jerk.” Skelley was there too. “Miss Lucinda and I will give ye a bit of help. Ready? Heave Ho!”
    Skelley grabbed Bailey’s tail in his teeth and Lucinda hissed at him to pull harder. Bailey tried, but it wasn’t any use. The leash had him and the leash never gave up. He was doomed. The leash was going to feed him to the monster. 
   Then just when Bailey thought his neck was going to break, something popped. Bailey fell back from the bulldozer as the monster wheel chewed up the leash. 
   Bailey scrambled to his feet and scooted away from the bulldozer. Lucinda streaked ahead of him. Skelley grabbed his painted stick and was two steps behind. A loud cracking sound stopped them. They looked back to see the old house fall with a booming whoosh.
   Skelley laid his baton down and stared at what was left of the house. “‘Twas as fine a place as I’ve had for many a moon, but for a truth, it’s gone now. And lucky we are that we aren’t gone with it.” He looked at Bailey and Lucinda. “I have the two of ye to thank for that.”
   Bailey was easing his head to the left, then the right. No matter which way he moved, it hurt. Besides that, his insides were shaking because the bulldozer monster was still growling. Way too loud. He eased back a few steps. 

(To be continued)