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Page 68 turns it, at least in part, to comedy. Geo. began to tell his tale. It was a good one. According to his version he had been taken up into the air and deposited on the highest hill that was covered with the most rocks in the vicinity. From the hill top he had been rolled and slid to the bottom without missing a rock. According to Geo. he had been forced to swim the creek twice. He finally got within a hundred yards or so of the Flansburgs but decided the struggle wasn't worth it so when he came upon an old plow he laid down beside of it to die. The angel of death didn't arrive because, as Geo. continued, it started to hail. When the hail stones began to bounce off of him he discovered he was very much alive. With the bee like stings from the hail plus a lot of help from the wind he had made it to the cellar in record time. |