Riding his biked down the dirt road, Justin stopped on the grass near Ernest’s house. Walking over he peeked through a small crack in the fence and watched as Ernest dug in the backyard. I should stop and help him, wonder what is going to bury. Justin wondered. Recalling the trouble he would be in with his parents if he went near Ernest again. “What is he going to bury?” Justin asked as he watched the Ernest through the crack in the fence where a board was missing. “Hey you, what are you doing?” he shouted, excited when he looked up and saw Justin watching through the crack and walked over to the gate. Then he stopped knowing he would be all right since he had been in the house several times. “Hi, Ernest, how are
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Please sit down,” he said with a quiet voice. I want to know why you don’t like me?”
“Well, I can’t remember everything, but I know some people said mean things about you. My mom thinks you’re crazy, and it’s dangerous for me to be with you. Some people said you cook and eat our pets. While others think, you keep prisoners in your basement,” there he finally said it.
Bowing his head, “Why would they say that?” He asked, and waited to see what he would say.
“Are you haunted? Mom thinks you are.” Justin paused, and thought he might influence Ernest if he had planned to harm him, “I think you’re a nice man. I would like to have a Grandpa just like you.”
“Well, thank you so much, you would make any grandpa proud. Do you think I look haunted or like a ghost?” Ernest asked, waving his hand. “What do you think I could do upon that mountainside with bummed legs?” “I know there’s something up there because I heard the screams, but I don’t know what it is.” “What else does she think?” Ernest asked. “She said you have a tunnel from your basement to the top of the mountain for the ghost to get up there and come back down to your …show more content…
“What do you think?” Ernest asked, and smiled. “Where did you get all these animals?” Justin was shocked as a little brown dog ran up to him. Picking it up, he rubbed his back. “I have friends who pick up strays, they stay with me until the volunteers find homes for them, usually two days. I found a few along the road injured where someone had left them to die. Someone abandoned some of them, while others were sick and I nursed them back to health. Now are you still afraid of me? Do you think I could ever kill and eat one of them?” he asked, and laughed, picking up a large, black cat and patted it. “What do you do with them?” Justin asked. “A group of volunteers takes care of them, so far they have found loving forever homes for all of them,” Ernest boasted. “Did you know that animals give more love than most humans are capable of doing, but we must take care of them for every day and not just when it is convenient,” Ernest
Please sit down,” he said with a quiet voice. I want to know why you don’t like me?”
“Well, I can’t remember everything, but I know some people said mean things about you. My mom thinks you’re crazy, and it’s dangerous for me to be with you. Some people said you cook and eat our pets. While others think, you keep prisoners in your basement,” there he finally said it.
Bowing his head, “Why would they say that?” He asked, and waited to see what he would say.
“Are you haunted? Mom thinks you are.” Justin paused, and thought he might influence Ernest if he had planned to harm him, “I think you’re a nice man. I would like to have a Grandpa just like you.”
“Well, thank you so much, you would make any grandpa proud. Do you think I look haunted or like a ghost?” Ernest asked, waving his hand. “What do you think I could do upon that mountainside with bummed legs?” “I know there’s something up there because I heard the screams, but I don’t know what it is.” “What else does she think?” Ernest asked. “She said you have a tunnel from your basement to the top of the mountain for the ghost to get up there and come back down to your …show more content…
“What do you think?” Ernest asked, and smiled. “Where did you get all these animals?” Justin was shocked as a little brown dog ran up to him. Picking it up, he rubbed his back. “I have friends who pick up strays, they stay with me until the volunteers find homes for them, usually two days. I found a few along the road injured where someone had left them to die. Someone abandoned some of them, while others were sick and I nursed them back to health. Now are you still afraid of me? Do you think I could ever kill and eat one of them?” he asked, and laughed, picking up a large, black cat and patted it. “What do you do with them?” Justin asked. “A group of volunteers takes care of them, so far they have found loving forever homes for all of them,” Ernest boasted. “Did you know that animals give more love than most humans are capable of doing, but we must take care of them for every day and not just when it is convenient,” Ernest