My Dog Skip Page #4

French fries in France. Hint, hint.

And that all Kraut is sauerkraut,

if you ask me. Ha-ha-ha.

Keep those letters coming, Willie-boy.

And don't let anybody go breaking

my records while I'm gone.

We'll have these boys licked soon...

...and I'll be home in time

for baseball season.

Signed, your friend and neighbor...

...Private First-Class...

...Dink Jenkins. "

I read my letter from Dink today.

Where'd you really get

that stuff, you big sissy?

Give me that damn letter!

Get up and fight!

We playing ball or not?

You want your stuff back?

Then you gotta play ball.

Twenty-four, hut!

Go out with it.

Touchdown!

Get him! Stay with him!

Look! Look! Did you see that?

They scored.

Get up!

I don't care if you're hurt!

Take the ball. I don't care.

I told you.

Stay up here with the ball!

Run! Run!

Run!

Might as well stay down there.

You're not doing any good.

Okay, it's our ball.

Get the ball!

You little baby.

Fourteen, 23...

...17. Set. Hut, hut.

Get the ball, Will!

Get the ball, Will!

Run! Run!

Run for touchdown!

Run, Will, run! Run for touchdown!

Run! Run!

We won, Skip!

We scored a touchdown!

Dog pile!

Not a bad run, Willie, for a sissy.

You missed!

Throw it higher.

If I throw any harder,

I'll break the window.

I bet he's asleep.

What is it, boy?

- He probably sleeps with teddy bears.

- I hate teddy bears.

- Or with his mom.

- Bet he's still got his baby blanket.

There he is.

Nice pajamas.

Come on down.

I better not.

Don't make me come up there

and get you, "Wilma".

Little baby!

I'll be right down.

Bring that Kraut stuff.

And the dog.

And clean underwear,

if you scare easy.

It's you, Skip.

You scared me there, boy.

Go on back to bed.

Go on.

Big Boy.

Spit.

Where y'all at?

You want to be one of us?

Maybe. I mean...

...I guess.

Then you gotta pass the test.

Where are we going?

You know who's buried here,

don't you?

My uncle's buried here.

No, stupid.

The witch.

The witch of Yazoo.

That's just an old wives' tale.

That's what you think, buster.

She was a genuine witch.

Everybody knows she used to lure men

to her house to kill them.

Why, she even let her cats...

...lick their bones

after she got done with them.

That is, until she got killed herself.

You sure you wanna be one of us?

I guess.

One night, a boy about our age...

...looked through her window...

...and what he saw

chilled him right to the bone.

He saw her murder two men

with her bare hands.

The boy ran and told the cops...

...and they got up a posse and chased

that witch into Miller's swamp.

Before they could catch her,

she got stuck in quicksand.

And slowly, as she sank

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