My Dog Skip Page #2

Your brothers and sisters?

I'll take care of you.

Don't be scared.

I've got you.

I'm an only child...

...and now you're an only dog.

I met him on the day I turned 9.

He was just a trembling ball of fur.

Scared and shy as I was.

That night, lying in bed

before sleep...

...I felt the beating of his heart

against my body.

And though I didn't know it then,

he was to change my life forever.

My dog, Skip.

My best and most steadfast friend.

Skip and I instantly

became the best of friends.

He didn't mind that

I was scrawny and shy...

...or that I liked books

a whole lot more than football.

It was unconditional love

on both our parts.

You've grown almost 2 inches.

You could talk to him as well as

you could talk to many human beings.

And much better than

you could talk to some.

He'd sit down, look you

straight in the eye...

...and when he understood you,

he'd turn his head sideways.

I watched Skip grow from the puppy

who came to me from a farm...

...into a sleek and dexterous,

affectionate dog.

Skip became a true member

of the family.

We played games together,

did household chores.

That's my boy.

Even my father had to admit...

...Skip was an exceptional dog.

What?

- Look at that, Margaret!

- Take a look at that!

Honk the horn, Skip!

Yes, sir.

Or should I say, "yes, sirs"?

Pound of sausage, please.

I have our coupons.

Think your friend there

might like a piece of bologna?

I never met a dog that didn't

appreciate a good piece of bologna.

Nobody has to know about that but us.

- Did you have those chops?

- Yes, ma'am. Coming right up.

Is this your dog?

Skipper.

Skip, for short.

He's sweet.

Rivers, let's go.

Yes, ma'am.

See you at school.

Yeah. See you.

Looks like he done did you a favor.

Skip, I can't see a thing.

I'm sorry.

- Skip, where are you, boy?

- Find a seat!

Hey, cutie!

- Come on down, boy.

- Sit down!

- Down!

- Will you sit down, please?

Why don't you sit down?

Your dog's sitting.

I'm real sorry.

I usually just let him

choose the seats.

I seen.

He's sitting by Rivers Applewhite.

I can't believe it!

The world ain't fair, I'm telling you.

I guess girls must really go for dogs.

Freedom...

...means the supremacy

of human rights everywhere.

How long does it take mail

to get to Europe?

Where in Europe?

Where Dink is.

Foxhole in the south of France.

Are you for Roosevelt, boy?

What do you think about Hitler?

Mrs. Jenkins, it's us.

Come on in, fellas.

Be right with you.

Another letter already?

You know how to throw a curve?

Dink's gonna show me

when he gets home.

Who's Dink?

Where are you from? Mars?

Nope. Right across town over there.

And you haven't heard of Dink Jenkins?

He's only the best ballplayer

anywhere around here. Ever.

Well, you haven't seen Waldo Grace.

He a colored boy?

Yep, and the best in the whole world.

Besides Dink.

He likes you.

You got mail!

From overseas.

Look at this.

Oh, boy!

"And he said to his sons,

'Saddle the ass for me.'

So they saddled the ass for him

and mounted it. "

This right here is a musket

used in the Civil War.

Now, then...

...we have time for just one more.

- Who would like to be next?

- I have a show-and-tell.

This right here is

a German army helmet.

Inside it says, "Hans".

It's a dead Kraut's helmet.

That ain't no real Kraut helmet.

This is an ammo belt

with some writing. It says:

"Gott mit uns, " which means,

"God with us" in German.

They think God's on their side?

That right there proves

the stuff's not real.

And this is a letter...

...from a real GI fighting overseas.

"Dear Willie:

Boy, was I ever happy to get

your letter and news of home.

I can't wait to meet Skip.

He sounds like a world-class dog.

I can't tell you exactly where I am...

...but I can tell you they don't serve

French fries in France. Hint, hint.

And that all Kraut is sauerkraut,

if you ask me. Ha-ha-ha.

Keep those letters coming, Willie-boy.

And don't let anybody go breaking

my records while I'm gone.

We'll have these boys licked soon...

...and I'll be home in time

for baseball season.

Signed, your friend and neighbor...

...Private First-Class...

...Dink Jenkins. "

I read my letter from Dink today.

Where'd you really get

that stuff, you big sissy?

Give me that damn letter!

Get up and fight!

We playing ball or not?

You want your stuff back?

Then you gotta play ball.

Twenty-four, hut!

Go out with it.

Touchdown!

Get him! Stay with him!

Look! Look! Did you see that?

They scored.

Get up!

I don't care if you're hurt!

Take the ball. I don't care.

I told you.

Stay up here with the ball!

Run! Run!

Run!

Might as well stay down there.

You're not doing any good.

Okay, it's our ball.

Get the ball!

You little baby.

Fourteen, 23...

...17. Set. Hut, hut.

Get the ball, Will!

Get the ball, Will!

Run! Run!

Run for touchdown!

Run, Will, run! Run for touchdown!

Run! Run!

We won, Skip!

We scored a touchdown!

Dog pile!

Not a bad run, Willie, for a sissy.

You missed!

Throw it higher.

If I throw any harder,

I'll break the window.

I bet he's asleep.

What is it, boy?

- He probably sleeps with teddy bears.

- I hate teddy bears.

- Or with his mom.

- Bet he's still got his baby blanket.

There he is.

Nice pajamas.

Come on down.

I better not.

Don't make me come up there

and get you, "Wilma".

Little baby!

I'll be right down.

Bring that Kraut stuff.

And the dog.

And clean underwear,

if you scare easy.

It's you, Skip.

You scared me there, boy.

Go on back to bed.

Go on.

Big Boy.

Spit.

Where y'all at?

You want to be one of us?

Maybe. I mean...

...I guess.

Then you gotta pass the test.

Where are we going?

You know who's buried here,

don't you?

My uncle's buried here.

No, stupid.

The witch.

The witch of Yazoo.

That's just an old wives' tale.

That's what you think, buster.

She was a genuine witch.

Everybody knows she used to lure men

to her house to kill them.

Why, she even let her cats...

...lick their bones

after she got done with them.

That is, until she got killed herself.

You sure you wanna be one of us?

I guess.

One night, a boy about our age...

...looked through her window...

...and what he saw

chilled him right to the bone.

He saw her murder two men

with her bare hands.

The boy ran and told the cops...

...and they got up a posse and chased

that witch into Miller's swamp.

Before they could catch her,

she got stuck in quicksand.

And slowly, as she sank

in the quicksand...

...she swore two things:

First...

...one day she'd rise up from the

grave and burn down the whole town!

And the other thing she swore was...

...she'd find that boy who ratted

on her and drag him down to hell!

If you stay all night, we'll know

for sure that you're one of us.

But if you don't...

...Dink's Kraut stuff is ours.

And if we do stay all night...

...we get the football signed by Dink.

You got yourself a deal.

Here.

You might need this.

Come on, Skip.

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