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"I bet you wouldn't dare," Ronnie told Joshua late the next day.
"I ain't scared,." said Joshua, looking into the dappled shadows that
fell from the filbert trees like a net
cast over the dirt. He jumped the log fence and began walking back toward
Stoney Hollow.
Ronnie followed him, pausing to grab a few nuts from this branch or
that. He noted that the trees seemed
older as they progressed through the orchard, each trunk more gnarled and
bent than the last.
"There's the hollow," Joshua called, and he skipped ahead of Ronnie. He
ran across a space where the
trees were sparsely planted. Suddenly stopped as though his feet were
stuck.
"Hey," he called back to Ronnie. "I can't-"
Ronnie heard him make a gurgling sound in his throat. A shudder seemed
to ripple up through the boy's
torso. Ronnie yelled at him to get out of there, but already his friend
was beginning to change.
Joshua's arms contorted, and his legs pulled together at the knees. His
elbows bent at wrong angles, and
then there was a cracking noise like that of a wishbone snapping. Ronnie
took a step back when Joshua's
left ear stretched up over his head and branched out, all brown and
wrinkly. He ran off before all of the boy's skin had turned to bark.
Grandma pointed a dry finger at him, the yellow nail nearly scraping
the skin from the bridge of his nose.
"I've told You!"
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