CHAPTER 9 PEEPING TOMS
While to right…
"Can you see anything yet, man," asked Fulton, who was at the moment trying to boost Portman into a very tall tree.
"What, I'm not even in the tree yet, how am I supposed to see anything," he replied.
"Guys, you know if they catch us were going to be in deep crap," said Goldberg, "My mom would like me to live to be barmisvaed."
"Goldberg, you were barmisvaed ten years ago," said Charlie, "Anyway, Portman, what do you see?"
"Dude, there they go. They're getting too far away. Fulton, man, boost me up higher," said Portman. As Fulton boosted him higher into the tree, he grabbed a branch and pulled himself up. "Alright, man, let go. No way…I can't see a darn thing, there's a huge tree in my way! Woe, this tree is moving', dude…I'm fallin'. Look out below…" Portman yelled as he fell from the tree.
"Ouch, Portman, get of me dude," yelled Guy, "I think you broke my back."
"Get of him man," yelled Russ, "Don't kill him." Portman rolled of Guy, to the sound of everyone yelling at him. Guy wasn't moving. "Guy man, get up. Your back is not broken…you probably just got whiplash."
"Come on guys," said Dwayne, "We're dressed and the gals' are probably down at the river by now." Guy got up and the guys started off towards the river.
"Guy, man, you're bleeding," said Fulton.
"What?" he asked, trying to crane his neck around to see, "you've got to be joking."
"No man," said Russ, "its true, you must have hit a rock or twig or something, when you fell."
"Or like my pocket knife," said Portman, "It must have gotten to the ground before I did, sorry man."
"Great," said Guy, " Connie is going to freak out. This is just great."
"Well anyways, guys, we should get going. We don't want to keep the gals' waiting," said Dwayne. On that note, the guys headed back towards the river.
While to right…
"Can you see anything yet, man," asked Fulton, who was at the moment trying to boost Portman into a very tall tree.
"What, I'm not even in the tree yet, how am I supposed to see anything," he replied.
"Guys, you know if they catch us were going to be in deep crap," said Goldberg, "My mom would like me to live to be barmisvaed."
"Goldberg, you were barmisvaed ten years ago," said Charlie, "Anyway, Portman, what do you see?"
"Dude, there they go. They're getting too far away. Fulton, man, boost me up higher," said Portman. As Fulton boosted him higher into the tree, he grabbed a branch and pulled himself up. "Alright, man, let go. No way…I can't see a darn thing, there's a huge tree in my way! Woe, this tree is moving', dude…I'm fallin'. Look out below…" Portman yelled as he fell from the tree.
"Ouch, Portman, get of me dude," yelled Guy, "I think you broke my back."
"Get of him man," yelled Russ, "Don't kill him." Portman rolled of Guy, to the sound of everyone yelling at him. Guy wasn't moving. "Guy man, get up. Your back is not broken…you probably just got whiplash."
"Come on guys," said Dwayne, "We're dressed and the gals' are probably down at the river by now." Guy got up and the guys started off towards the river.
"Guy, man, you're bleeding," said Fulton.
"What?" he asked, trying to crane his neck around to see, "you've got to be joking."
"No man," said Russ, "its true, you must have hit a rock or twig or something, when you fell."
"Or like my pocket knife," said Portman, "It must have gotten to the ground before I did, sorry man."
"Great," said Guy, " Connie is going to freak out. This is just great."
"Well anyways, guys, we should get going. We don't want to keep the gals' waiting," said Dwayne. On that note, the guys headed back towards the river.