Cat Tails:
I was once again in trouble. I had peed off my brothers and they were on the hunt for me. I didn't know what they would do but being many years younger I knew it might involve violence. I had played with one of their sacred toys and I had heard them yelling to mom about it. I ran like a rabbit with it's tail on fire. And Blacky followed.
I chose the weeping willow near my gamma's house. The long tendrils were excellent security.
Up we went to the wide thick branch and sat down. He in his usual calm dignified manner and I tense and squirmy. There we listened and waited.
They were all over the farm. Seeking me like a pack of wolves.
I sat on the limb out of site hiding beneath the ground length tendrils.
They got closer and I pulled my legs up under me and held my breath. I heard them say....well find her and another where's that damn cat if you find him you'll find her. Then, eventually they moved on. I had not food or water but I had fear and that kept me there.
Blacky sat close to me and watched. He looked down at them and waited.
Just then I heard a loud voice. THE loud voice. My savior!...it was my dad calling the boys to leave a little girl alone and get back to the truck. It was time to work not chase girls. (sounded like a dirty word).
When the truck left the driveway for the other farm I looked at Blacky and he smiled at me. We were safe. We climbed down and ran into my gramma. She had been watching. She said, 'just leave their things alone' and I said but they have better toys than we do. She nodded and said, 'they always do'. Then she gave us lemonade and fresh baked cookies. She never told. And neither did Blacky.