The fan creaked as it rotated slowly back and forth,
blowing a gentle breeze across the deck.
“It shouldn’t take more than a couple hours dry.” The man said.
“Thank you.”
The woman replied. “Good bye.”
The truck sputtered off down the driveway and the woman
retreated inside letting the door shut with a click.
“Ok, Hank, now’s our chance.” Ben said inching across the wood.
“No way!” Hank
replied snugging up against the wall. “That
stuffs still wet. I don’t want to get it
on me.”
“Oh, come on. It’s
almost dry.” Ben grinned. “Just live a little.”
“I will, by staying right here.” Hank scowled.
“Party pooper!”
Ben said throwing himself off the edge of the step. He hung in the fan’s breeze for several
seconds until the fan rotated away. Then
with a thump he landed on the pebbles below.
“Woohoo! That was awesome!”
“You’re crazy!”
Hank yelled moving ever so slightly away from the wall.
Several moments passed before Hank could see Ben’s
head peeking up over the edge. He
sighed. “Now can we go?”
“No way! I’m doing
it again.”
“What?!
Why?!” Hank started to move. Maybe if he could reach Ben in time, he could
stop him from jumping again.
No such luck.
Ben threw himself in the air again just as the fan came around. This time he floated in the breeze several
seconds longer than before. “WheeHee!”
Hank hurried to the edge and tried to stop but hit a
slick spot that hadn’t finished drying.
Before he knew what to do he was going over the edge and floating on
air. His scream of fear turned to
surprise as he hung in the air for several seconds, flying.
“This IS awesome!”
He yelled to Ben.
Ben looked up in awe as his buddy flew. Then his look of awe turned to a cringe as
the fan creaked away taking the breeze with it and Hank slammed into the side of
the step. The tiniest bit of his tail
had stuck in the wet paint, gluing him to the edge.
Ben couldn’t help but laugh.
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