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By Jack Joseph Smith

Yeah Boy! There were apple trees with all different sizes of apples to try and pick the best from. Look at all those apples. Gee I know; I'll bet they're good. Lets go up and see if we can get some. Yeah, lets get behind that big thing of dirt. So we jumped up and ran low along the weeds and up behind the big mound of dirt. Boy there are big rocks we could throw at him if he comes after us with a gun or anything. All of a sudden we heard a noise. It was Mister Metzes. No it wasn't. Was it? Lets run! And away we ran. Here he comes. It is! It's Mister Metzes! And hes got his gun. And bam bam went a sound in our heads. Boy we took off runing. Gosh did you get hit or anything. No. Me neither. Boy, we ran fast. We sure did.

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The page turns apple-picking trespass into childhood adventure, fear, and flight as the boys imagine Mister Metzes coming after them with a gun.

Its appeal comes from immediacy rather than reflection. The voices are breathless and practical, and the danger is half real, half amplified by the children's own running imagination.

Claude

The whole page is breathless dialogue, two boys casing the apple trees from behind 'the big mound of dirt', sizing up 'big rocks we could throw at him if he comes after us with a gun'. The dreaded moment arrives as pure sound effect - 'bam bam went a sound in our heads' - and the danger collapses immediately into self-congratulation ('Boy, we ran fast. / We sure did.'), showing fear and delight as the same engine of childhood adventure.