Unhappy Appy
“I opened my eyes and sat up on her back.
There stood Catman Coolidge in the paddock, holding four cats. “Far out,” he said. His wire-rimmed glasses were pushed up on top of his head.
I slid off Nickers. “I needed a real ride after Towaco. He’s so unhappy, it’s catching.” The Appaloosa hadn’t budged from where I’d left him.
“Let’s split.” Catman crooked his head, turned, and walked off toward the barn.
“Catman! Where are you going?” I hollered.
He kept walking, into the barn and out of sight.
I ...kissed Nickers and ran after Catman, following just like his cats. Maybe Lizzy was right. Catman Coolidge was the Pied Piper of Ashland, Ohio.
We hopped on our bikes and pedaled backwards out to the road. Catman had been the first person to buy a back bike. It was Dad’s invention—a bicycle that goes forward when you pedal backwards. He even creates custom-made horns for each bike. Catman’s horn sounds like cats meowing. Dad rigged mine to whinny, but I never use it.MoreLess
There stood Catman Coolidge in the paddock, holding four cats. “Far out,” he said. His wire-rimmed glasses were pushed up on top of his head.
I slid off Nickers. “I needed a real ride after Towaco. He’s so unhappy, it’s catching.” The Appaloosa hadn’t budged from where I’d left him.
“Let’s split.” Catman crooked his head, turned, and walked off toward the barn.
“Catman! Where are you going?” I hollered.
He kept walking, into the barn and out of sight.
I ...kissed Nickers and ran after Catman, following just like his cats. Maybe Lizzy was right. Catman Coolidge was the Pied Piper of Ashland, Ohio.
We hopped on our bikes and pedaled backwards out to the road. Catman had been the first person to buy a back bike. It was Dad’s invention—a bicycle that goes forward when you pedal backwards. He even creates custom-made horns for each bike. Catman’s horn sounds like cats meowing. Dad rigged mine to whinny, but I never use it.MoreLess
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