Chapter 2: Rainy DayMemories
Kurt and Joe woke up to the pitter-patter of soft rain hitting the roof. Joe got up and practically threw the mattress back into the left-hand corner. He scurried out of the house nearly slamming the front door shut. Kurt just remained dormant on his mattress.
Kurt liked the rain…at least while he was sleeping or at least trying to sleep. The once pitter-patter rain was now a loud beating.
'This is going to be a storm' Kurt thought.
He picked up a book to read that was sitting in the "library." He looked at the title, "Gardening for Dummies." He sighed. He knew that his little garden couldn't withstand the onslaught of this storm.
A small sound echoed in his ear. "Drip, Drop, Drip, Drop" cried from the ceiling. Kurt sighed once again, and got up to place a cup on the floor to stop the dripping from causing any further damage.
He closed his eyes and just listened…
"Come play, Kurt!" a young Joe hollered.
Rain was pouring heavily, but Joe was too busy playing in the mud to notice.
"No! It's not safe! It's not safe!" Kurt, standing on the porch, screamed at Joe.
"Kurt is a chicken. Kurt is a chicken." Joe stood up flapping his arms like a bird.
Kurt pounded on the door of his Boss's house. "Joe's gonna get hurt, Boss!"
Woody opened the door and took a step outside.
"Joe, get inside! You are going to catch a cold!" Woody yelled over the sound of the rain sternly.
Just then, thunder boomed. Kurt immediately grabbed on to one of Woody's legs and started to sob. Joe ran inside faster than the blink of an eye.
"What I'm I going to do with you two?" Woody muttered looking at the mud tracks Joe left all over the porch.
Woody led Kurt back inside a bit forcefully. Joe was shivering. Woody gave him a blanket to get warm.
"It'll serve you right if you catch a cold." Woody said to the freezing Joe.
Tears ran down Kurt's cheeks. "Boss, will Joe die if he gets a cold?"
"Oh, no. He won't die. He'll be fine, don't you worry." Woody said trying to assure him. He placed a hand on the little boy's head.
"Now when this weather clears, I'm going to teach you boys how to become carpenters. From now on, you might need these." Woody handed them each a pair of working gloves. "They will protect your hand from any…Boo-boos."
"Boo-boos? Come on Boss! I'm not a little kid anymore. I'm nine which is practically an adult!" Joe proclaimed. "Kurt is still a little kid. He's such a cry…" Joe stopped himself. He knew what Kurt was crying about, but Joe had to be the tough guy for his little brother. If he started crying, Kurt would just cry more.
"He's such a cool little bro." Joe said smiling at Kurt. Kurt smiled back weakly.