by: Jesse Edwardson
While Richie was panicking in the well, Grandma called from the back door toward the barn. “Supper is ready everyone! Come and get it!” The kids charged out of the barn in a stampede. Grandma smiled and moved aside to let the herd of children rush into the house.
“Now, all of you warsh your hands and and we can dig into this wonderful food your Grandma has made for us,” Grandpa said from his favorite chair in the living room. Half of the kids went into the bathroom to clean up and the other half crowded the kitchen sink. Grandpa got up and crossed the kitchen toward his wife and gave her a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. She blushed.
“Ok everybody get settled, find a chair. Amy, can you put Tyler in the highchair for me?” Grandma said as she put a platter of fried chicken on the table.
“Sure Grandma,” Amy answered. “Where’s Richie?”
Everyone looked around the room. “Maybe he’s still hiding in the barn,” Bobby offered.
“I’ll go look,” Grandpa said as he put his old worn out cap on his head.
“Well hurry, I don’t want your dinner to be cold for you,” Grandma said.
“I’m sure he’s just hiding in the hay loft, we’ll be right in.”
The screen door slammed shut behind Grandpa as he stepped out onto the porch and trotted out to the Barn. He called Richie’s name as he entered the dusty and silent barn. The old owl that lived up in the loft was startled by his voice and flew out through the hay door. He probably thought he could have the barn to himself again since the kids left.
“Richie! Are you in here?” he called. No answer. The setting sun shone through the barn windows lighting up a million dust motes floating in the air. “Where is that boy?” Grandpa asked them. Of course the dust had no idea where he was.
He stepped out into the barnyard and called Richie’s name again. Still no answer. “I wonder if that boy wandered out into the woods,” Grandpa said to himself. He headed for the woods calling out the boy’s name. He was beginning to get worried.
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