Oh Geez, I can’t get out of here. “Linus, why’d you push me?” I yelled up at him.
“You called me a baby. I’m not a baby.”
“Well you’re only four. You are a baby. I’m three times older than you. Go see if Mom is home yet, and tell her what you did. She’ll need to come and help me.
“No. I’m not going.”
“Please, Linus. I can’t get out. I need your help. Can you find a big long branch or anything you can push down here so I can climb out?”
“No. You called me a baby.”
“Linus, this is serious. I’m trapped and there’s no one to look after you. I need to get out.”
“Come on, Linus, please. I won’t call you a baby anymore. In fact I’ll let you play with my new tractor if you help me.”
“Linus, — Linus — LINUUUUS!”
I listened. I couldn’t even hear his footsteps. Oh Geez. What if he goes into the bush instead of going home? A Lynx was spotted last week only ten miles away. What if it gets him? What if it gets me? I don’t think it would come down here in case it couldn’t get out. But maybe it could. They can leap pretty far.
I held on tighter to the three foot branch I had in my hand when Linus pushed me. I tried bracing the branch against the sides of the hole and standing on it so I could reach the top. I wasn’t tall enough. I had tried jumping and grabbing the topside, but I couldn’t jump that far. Even if I had, there’d be nothing to hang onto – just pasture.
I heard someone bought this land a while ago. They must have dug this hole. I wonder what for?
“Hey Linus. Are you out there? LINUUUUS?”
“HELP. SOMEONE.” I tried a shrill whistle. It’s louder. But then, nobody would know I needed help. No one’s going to hear me anyway. I’m too far from the road.
I guess I might as well sit down and save my energy. Maybe, if I think real hard, I’ll figure a way to get out of here.
What if a snake comes along? They like cozy places. I think I’d better sharpen this stick. I felt in my pocket for my jackknife. It was there, thank goodness. My big sigh made me realize I had been holding my breath. I got busy making a really sharp point. When I was satisfied I had it sharp enough, I put my knife back in my pocket, and relaxed against the wall of the pit. I looked up. There was a head looking at me.
“Yeow! It’s a snake. I couldn’t hear myself think for the noise, which was me yelling and waving the stick back and forth. I grabbed some dirt from the wall and threw it at him, and he came over the edge and down. I kept jumping around and jabbing at him, but I couldn’t really see him for the dust storm I was causing. His image finally took hold. It was a frog. Oh great, you stupid ass. I picked him up and threw him so he would land in the pasture. No sense him starving to death in here along with me. Besides, snakes eat frogs. I didn’t need him to lure one in.
A frog, what’s he doing here? Oh gees, I forgot we were so close to the lake. I hope Linus went straight home. He didn’t want to come in the first place. He was playing in the sand box. Maybe he’ll go back there. But what if he doesn’t? I’ve got to get out of here.
I thought of whistling three short and three long, for a while to see if someone would come. I did it once, but decided that was too slow and too iffy. I jabbed my stick up and poked at the turf at the top. My stick would just reach. Maybe I could get the stuff to fall back into the hole and I could get myself out that way; maybe make a ramp and climb out. I worked and worked at it but the turf just stayed up there. But I was making quite a hole below it, and the dirt was falling down. If I could get enough dirt down, maybe I could get up closer where I could pull at the turf. I don’t know how long I worked. It must have been hours.
I finally got to where I could reach the turf and started tugging. I got dirt in my eyes until I smartened up and closed them while I was tugging.
“What are you doing to my hole?” an angry voice shouted at me.
“What do you think I’m doing? I’m trying to get out of here.” I yelled back. I was beyond being polite. “My little brother’s out there alone and nobody’s watching him. He’s only four. Whattud ya dig this hole for anyway?”
The man didn’t answer. He came around and pulled on the sod himself. He grabbed my arm and hauled me out. I took off running home.
When I got there Mom asked, “Where’s Linus?”