Storyteller Michael-Scott Earle
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Chapter 3 Scene 2 ROUGH what do you think?
🕑 Added 2021-09-10 13:15:23 +0000 UTC
The creek tumbled over little rocky ledges from somewhere above and continued down pretty much in the direction I’d come from. The undergrowth was so thick I could only see the six or eight feet to the opposite bank and maybe fifty yards in either direction. The sweat of running combined with the relentless humidity of the jungle made my shirt and pants cling to me as if they were afraid of the dinosaurs too. A soak in the creek and a long, cool drink of that water were exactly what I needed.
But Beatrice’s screechy voice cautioned me. “Are you fucking stupid, kid? Didn’t they teach you nuthin’ at that fancy college? You can’t drink water on the ground. It’s got cow shit in it.”
She never listened to me when I tried to explain my community college was anything but fancy. But more to the point she never explained where all these cows were coming from and why they chose random streams as their toilets. I’d only seen a few cows in all my years at Mom and Dad’s clinic, and those were from wealthy people’s hobby farms.
I stared at the playful splashing of the clear water as it entered a little pool nearby. But cows and their bathroom habits were in my head now.
