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Cultural Background |
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Storyteller's Cabin |
When Jimmy finished his story, he was certain that Liz would be scared to death. To his surprise, she was more excited than ever. Her eyes bulging, she squealed, "Let's go!"
"What? Are you crazy?" said Jimmy.
"Come on, it'd be fun!"
"I ain't goin' in there," protested Jimmy. "It ain't safe. It's muddy and dark and full of spiders..."
"Oh, come on," interrupted Liz.
"I'm not supposed to go out after dark without permission. And it's on private property."
"We'll sneak the car out."
Jimmy was running out of excuses. "It's too far to go," he said.
Liz gave him a teasing smirk. "Oh, I see," she said, "you're chicken, aren't you? Squawk! Squawk! The country boy's a chicken! The country boy's a scaredy cat!"
Well, that did it - Jimmy wasn't about to be called a chicken by no girl, especially his holier-than-thou, citified cousin. Later that night, when his parents fell asleep, Jimmy grabbed the flashlight and the car keys, and Liz taught him how to sneak a car out in the middle of the night. They quietly pushed the car out of the drive, then down the road a bit and - VAROOM! - started the engine away from the house.
When they got near the cave property, Jimmy pulled over, killed the engine and headlights, and quietly got out of the car. As they crept down the road, Jimmy was relieved to see that the current landowners' farmhouse was dark and quiet. Jimmy and Liz hid themselves in the shadows away from the bright moonlight and snuck around the house.
They slowly made their way across the overgrown field until they finally saw it - a gaping, black hole yawning ominously out of the side of a steep rocky bluff. As they climbed up the slope toward it, Jimmy held back a bit, a twinge of fear shooting through his body. But Liz grabbed the flashlight and barreled inside more excited than ever. Jimmy sighed, took a deep breath, and entered slowly behind her.
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