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Troy's Adventure (standard:other, 921 words) | |||
Author: Kittykat | Added: Nov 09 2005 | Views/Reads: 3350/2256 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
A day in the life of a child. | |||
Troy's Adventure The sun was bright above the golden hay standing ready for harvest. If the distance a child ran towards the farmhouse. It was a small child, not much more than four years old. His light hair gleamed in the sun. A black dog ran close on his heels, yipping excitedly. The boy ran up the front stairs into the house, slamming the porch door behind him. "Mommy, mommy, look what Blacky caught," the boy said, holding out a battered blus sand pail in his grimy hands. "What do we have here, Troy?" his mother asked, peering into the pail cautiously. "It's a mice, Blacky catched it in the field. Can I keep it Momma? Can I please?" Troy asked, looking eagerly at his mother. "Now Troy, I have told you many times that you are only allowed one pet and you have Blacky. Anyways, what would you want with a mouse?" Troy's mother inquired. "Aw, Momma, I'll keep him in my room. I won't let him get out and run around," Troy begged. "Don't aw me, Troy, you heard what I said. No mouse, now put that disgusting thing back outside immediately," Troy's mother said. "And don't slam the door this time." Troy stomped out of the kitchen and went outside, slamming the door behind him. He then took off running across the yard towards the barn. "Troy, come back here and shut this door properly," Troy's mother called. Troy ignored her and kept on running, the blue pail swinging violently in his little hand. "I hate Momma," Troy yelled to the wind. "She is mean and never lets me do anything." He hurled the pail at the barn wall and watched the mouse scurry out once the paid landed. The mouse took off into the barn with Blacky close on its tail. "Black, you come back here," Troy yelled, but, the dog wouldn't listen to him. "Nobody listens to me; it's not fair." Troy slumped to the ground and folded his arms across his chest. After awile a butterfly fluttered by. Troy chased after it, forgetting his anger. The butterly flew through the open doors of the barn. At the doorway Troy stopped. "Never go into the barn along, there are many dangers that await a young boy like yourself," his father had warned. Troy hestitated briefly and then shrugging his shoulders he followed the butterfly into the barn. The butterfly was no where in site. The interior of the barn was dark except for the light and filtered through the open doors of the loft window. Troy immediately noticed the ladder leading to the hayloft. When he looked up he could see the rope that the older kids used to swing on over the hole between the two lofts. Once again his father's warnings sounded in his ears/ "Troy, you mustn't ever climb that ladder," Troy's father had warned one day when he noticed Troy eyeing the ladder. "It's too dangerous for someone as young as you." "Daddy just doesn't want me to have any fun, just like Momma. Nobody wants be to have fun. Why can't I do what Kourtney and Cody are allowed to do. Oh, yah, it's because they are older," Troy said. mimicking his father. He scurried towards the ladder, clambering up. He was out of breath when he reached the top. He crawled onto the hay and sat quietly, trying to catch his breath. Once he recovered, he peered cautiously over the side. A large tracker was parked in the space far below. Troy quickly stepped back from the edge. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the rope and ran towards it. Gleefully his tiny hands clasped the rope tightly. Pulling back he swung out over the open space just as he had seen the older kids doing. Once he had swung back, he let go of the rope and flew into the hay, his hearting Click here to read the rest of this story (31 more lines)
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