The Wind In Your Face

“Come on Shep, push!” Moe snarled his feline teeth at Shep. The rusted wagon still stood in the same place; as it had for the last ten minutes.

“I’m trying, but this hill is steep. And I don’t see you helping much.” Shep glared at the silver cat, at the other end of the wagon. Bear the older black lab, moseyed over to watch. His slow movements, told of him being the older of the three.

“What are you doing?” Bear laid down next to the commotion, but not close enough to get caught up in anything. Bear new from past experiences; things could get very comical, very fast with the other two. He preferred to watch, not get involved. Moe licked the dirt from his paws, while smirking at Bear.

“Well since your knowledge doesn’t allow you easy access to what you are seeing; I will explain it to you. Shep and I are going to push this wagon to the top of the hill. Next we shall jump in it, and ride down with the wind in our faces.” Moe sneered at Bear as if he had discovered something of great importance. Shep raised his back leg up to scratch his front shoulder.

“Bear, we have seen Thomas do this a hundred times, and well it looks like great fun.” Bear sat there looked at the lanky pup Shep, and then at the know it all cat Moe. He grinned, not wanting to laugh out loud. The other two seemed to have forgotten the conversation and started tugging and pushing again. The wagon still wasn’t moving. Bear stretched out more, and then casually stated the obvious.

“ You know, if you two would pull the handle up out of the ground. Where it’s digging in the ground, you might actually move it.” Moe looked at the handle and then Shep.

“”Hmp, should have known you’d mess this up.” Shep quit pushing and looked at the handle dug into the ground. Again Moe hissed at him, “ Looks like you didn’t think of everything, did you.” Shep reached down and flipped the handle up. As soon as he did the wagon lurched back down the hill.

The wagon shot Shep back down the hill, like a bullet being shot. Moe reached out and grabbed the side of it and was yanked along with it. Moe did manage to get his feet up on the side, and finally pulling himself in. The handle of the wagon was pulling Shep down the hill.He just held on tighter. Moe was screaming and the longer he rode the louder he got. The wind from the fast ride was stretching Moe's face in a funny way. The farther down the hill the wagon went, the faster it went.

Bear had been laying by a tree, he was laughing so hard, he couldn’t do anything to help. The wagon hit a bump and flew up over and into another tree. This caused Moe to fly off the wagon, with his legs grabbing in mid air for anything to break his fall. Shep had let loose when they hit the bump and still laid where it had left him. Bear couldn’t resist commenting on their adventure.

“So that’s what the thrill of the wind in your face is like? Huh.”
Moe picked himself up off the ground and walked away in a sassy way. It was like he had never been apart of any of it. Bear grinned, now that he had laughed for the day, it was time for a nap.