Their Great Protector
I was walking to the library on what I thought was to be a nice warm spring afternoon. I heard the sounds of laughter as the neighborhood children played in the park. I stopped to watch them play a game of hide and seek. I was just getting ready to leave, when I noticed a strange black car slowly cruising by the kids. I immediately thought the worst. Not knowing who might be behind those tinted windows, I hid behind the bushes to watch their next move. I was ready. I had a stick in my hand, and nerves of jello. I was so scared that I thought I would be sick, but I had to protect those children from whoever this stranger was.

I guess I sat on the ground behind the bush for over an hour. I thought maybe he had snuck out of the vehicle while I had my head turned. I knew what I had to do next. I got up on my knees, and started to crawl over to the bush closer to the car.  Oh no! he saw me, I just know he did. What will I do now? I know one thing, from the size of him I think I will need a bigger stick. I looked around and there was none to be found.

There I sat, both knees covered with red clay dirt, a short stick in my hand, feeling like I was going to throw up, but ready to attack at any minute.  Just at that moment the car moved closer to the first bush, so back I go. Crawling like an infant on the dirt. I turned my head toward the park and noticed all the kids standing at the fence watching me.

I started waving my arms yelling in a muffled voice "stay back" "stay back" I have everything under control here. Go inside and leave this to me. I am here to protect you.  They looked totally confused, some even laughed at me. I looked around to see what could possible be wrong with these kids. What were they looking at? I decided that whatever it was didn't matter at the moment. Their laughter and closeness to the fence drew the strangers attention. "HE WAS GETTING OUT OF THE CAR!  Oh no!  This is it, the time has come..Oh how I hope his arms aren't filled with big, big muscles. I didn't have time for dread, I held on to the short stick, got to my feet, ran across the street screaming like a fire engine, toward the black car. Just as I arrived at the rear of the vehicle the tall, large, mean looking "DEPUTY" turned to face me.

Yes, you guessed it. He was called to patrol the park, they needed surveillance to watch the crazy guy, hiding behind the bush , crawling on the ground, stalking the kids, and holding a weapon in his hand(that turned out to be the short stick from the bush). After I explained myself, the officer laughed, then patted me on the back for a job well done. I never did make it to the library.  What a day!

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shakatoah   shakatoah wrote
on 11/23/2008 7:59:39 PM
It's not often I read a story that just makes me laugh with it. This is so cute; so succinct and manages to break a few rules and still succeed in getting me to race to the finish of it. I get a great sense of your personality from this piece! :)

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