Before Davy said his goodbye, he heard the phone click. He was a little ticked off at Pete. He was trying to not let the rest of the world know the plans of getting to the bottom of the horse saving plan in action. Pete was very kind heart, but a little silly at times.
Hank came up to the porch. He noticed Davy's look. He asked, "What was that call for?"
"Don't know…" Davy sighed. Then, he reached up to scratch his head in wonder.
Mike was the first one to come home. He was let go early because of the shipment of frit came in early. He and a few of the others were working fast until the shipment was done. He did run into Davy who was still trying to figure out what Pete had on his mind.
He noticed the mail was picked up from the box, the house was clean and there was a box of cookies that were bought from a local store. He had strange feeling that he need up in the wrong house. Mike asked, "Pete?"
"Yea…" Pete's voice could be heard from the terrace.
"Are you outside?" Mike started to walk towards the French doors.
"Yea…I was cleaning the deck chairs. There had been two phone calls for gigs!" Peter said as he entered the living room from the outside. He had been cleaning for some time. He had nothing better to do. He had also paly office worker as he answered five phone calls. Two were from local clubs that needed a band for entertainment.
Surprised, Mike said, "That's good. We needed some good news…"
"And the second will really floor you!" Pete said. He had a large grin on his face. He wanted to tell mike what had heard about a county fair which was coming up in the near future. He had to wait for Davy and Micky.
"What are you grinning about…Pete?" Mike asked with a curious tone.
"You have to wait?" Pete smiled.
Mike knew that Pete was still a little on the slow side as he tried to think of ways doing things. "Oh…boy!" he sighed.
"I'm home!" Mickey said in a goofy voice. He had been a little too happy as he sailed into the living room with his jacket in hand.
"I think I am in the wrong house!" Mike thought out loud. He wondered if he should go back to Texas and live with a girl.
"I'm just happy to see you!" Mickey smiled as he danced up towards the two.
What are you on?" Mike asked with a raised eyebrow. Usually it took at least an hour to get everything rolling in the house. why did Mickey feel so chipper?
"Nothing…." Mickey said before dancing around the table.
"Right," both Davy and Mike said in unison.
"What do you think?" Mike said without looking at Davy.
"I think, he's nuts!" Davy said.
"right…" Pete spoke up. He glared at Micky was now trying to do a head stand. "he must be going crazy at this hour of the day."
"And what do you think of having a gig!" Micky asked as he early fell over on to his side after failing his attempt of standing on his head.
Speechless, the other three stared wildly at Micky. Then, Davy gasped with a shocked look, "Are you sure!"
"Yea…I'm positive!" Micky shrugged. He began to flap his arms around in a wild and bad imitation of a bird.
"Great!" Mike sighed as he turned to look at Peter with any sort of helpless.
"And why not!" Micky sang out in mid-flap.
"I might leave and come back!" Peter managed to say before he was grabbed by Micky as he felt like Ginger Rogers in a very poor impromptu remarkableness of a song and dance with an over the top Fred Astaire.
Mike was now convinced that Davy needed a good shake back into relatiry while Micky just needed a good cold shower to bring him back to earth. It was a few minute of dancing before Peter broke away from Micky.
"I hope it's not a fake…like the last time!" Davy sulked.
"I feel so good!" Micky laughed
Peter was going to go back to his room for an extra few minutes of sleep. Mike watched as Micky finally calmed down for a few mintes on the sofa htat he fell into. Then, he said, "I hope you are not fooling me!"
Davy was still a little weary about the whole idea of working around the farm while the man in change was in the same area as he. he wanted to be alone. it was hard to be alone with three other guys that took up a lot of a person's time. he had to find a place where he could feel free. He knew there was nothing he could do for now. He was just a kid still in most people's eyes. Who would take him seriously.
"Why me?' he asked himself.
There in the distance a bird who was flying let out a cry. He looked up at the bird. It seemed like he could even connect with the bird. He felt like he was nothing. Why was he thinking of that. He wanted to fly like the bird and leave.
Then, he heard a gentle voice singing it was peter. He had been looking for Davy. The day was just starting with him as week. He looked around for Peter who was now walking up the path which lead to the house. He was half there, amusing himself with the song.
Then, their eyes met. Peter smiled as he said, "Are you ready to go?"
Davy felt like he could drink a cup of herbal tea and he would be still a little jittery. He said in a weary voice, "Yea…kind of!"
Pete looked at his friend wth a wane smile, "Don't worry…I'll be there for you as well as Micky and Mike."
The door opening slowly could be heard in the distance. Davy knew Mike was nearly getting the car ready for the trip to the farm. He knew it was pointless for the other two to come with Davy and Mike.
Mike was at the car. He had been in hurry to get ready. He had a bad case of nerves. He would have never dreamed he was going to be in sting operation for animal cruelty. He had packed with his and Davy's lunches, a camera and a note book with a few pens. He was going to take notes to make sure the stories he and other two heard was true.
"When are you coming?" Mike called out as he noticed Davy standing around.
"And I will be there for the horses!: Davy said as he gave one last look at the yard. He knew there was little weariness in his steps.
Davy was nearly fisnihsed with is work. He gave the cowqs a great deal of attejntion as he tiremnd to milk them. They seemed to be happy with Davy's gentle touch and soft vioce. He knew he cows were like horses, they wanted to be treated with ulmate care. His hands were a little sore from milking some and using the milking machine on the rest. The farm was moving frtom the nineteeth cruelity to the twenty century with the equiment. He walked out of the barn when he heard Peter and Micky shoutiing at the pigs to come and eat. He noticed Pete with a large bucket of sloppies in his hands. Micky was giving out his usual goofy hog calls. The pigs see,md tpo running towarde the pen. They heard the slops being poured into a troff.
Davy glanced around for Mike. He wondered where did Mike go. Mike was bvery busy with the well on the other side of the barn. The well bucket was stuck half way on the rope. He was hoping to get a can of oil from the tool shed and start fixing after he looked at it. He was tired of playing with the well rope as it stuck itself to the pully. He was not happy.
Davy had been looking for Mike. He noticed the famer's son named Mac running around. Mac was a small boy with curly brown hair and brown eyes. Mac was carrying a rather large box in his hands. He asked the small boy, "What do you got in your hands?"
Mac stopped his running and turend to look at Davy. He smiled shyly, "it's a box!"
Davy smiled back, "I can see that! What's inside?"
Trying to keep one of his hands on the box top, "Box of bugs!"
"A box of bugs!" Davy said with a surprised glance. He had to think of why Mac was collecting bugs. Mac was just a typical little boy. "Why are you keeping a box of bugs?"
"I like collecting them!" he shrugged. "that's all!" thenm he heard his borhter calling his name. excasuign hiomself in front of Davy, he said,"I gotta go."
Davyu smiled as he nodded sigghtly, "O.K. I'll see you later…"
He wnateched the boy running towards a clump of crubby pines. He heard a pair of boot scruffing alogn the dirt. He tuirend to see Mike dressed in his work clothes and wearing a cowboy hat. Mike was a little more cheerful after finding out something about the farm next door. He wanted to tell Davy and the other two. Yet, this was not the palce for it. He said, "I have something to tell you…Davy…but not here!"
"What?" Davy asked a ltitle surrpseid.
"It's a few thoings and they are huge…" Mike said. He placed a hand up to his lips and said, "wiat unitl we get home!'
"About what?" Dadny asked, feeling his was in the dark.
"I can't tell you…pal!" Mike said. He acted as though he was getting ticked off at Davy's reactions to him.
"O.K." Davy sighed, noticing he was getting no wwehre with Mike.
Mike did not see where Peter or Micky had gone off to. He aksed where the other two were at. Davy shrugged, "Don't know!"
Mike felt a little pensive at the situation. He knew Davy was going to be in trouble if they were caught talking about the horses and the owner. He told Davy to finish out their work. Then, he warned Davy not to mention to anyone about what they were going to talk about until they got home.
That night, Peter had made just sandwiches and salads. All four of them were extremely tired. They needed each a day or two in the hopsital by the sounds of achy joints and tired muscles. There was a little bit of TV to be watched. It was nothing in the way of problems. They had worked hard.
Davy went to his room. He turend on the small radio which sat oin the nightstand. It seemed not ususal to be hearing a Beatles or a Dave Clark Five song on the radio. He smiled as the singer played a few bars of music. As he turend down his bed, Davy hummed the song. It seened to the the last thing on his mind. The idea of the horses was far and way from him.