Where the Red Fern Grows Page #3

Price is going down on everything,|including hounds. That's your change.

A whole week.

Hey, Billy. You waited this long.|Few more days ain't gonna hurt.

Now, go stand on your head.

Didn't think hunting dogs|was on the schoolwork schedule, Billy.

I'm sorry, Ma.

I just get so excited,|thinking about having my own little pups.

Now, I need you to promise me|that you'll put your schoolwork first

and you put away|this daydreaming about dogs.

I promise.

Cross your heart?

Cross my heart and hope to die.

My ma was always worried|I was gonna turn out a hillbilly.

and this was just|the sort of behavior that would prove it.

I was in trouble.|But there was no way around it.

My pups might be starving to death|15 miles away in Tahlequah.

and I was never gonna|make it back in time for supper.

Remember the traveler

Bring us safely home

Heavenly father

Remember the traveler

Bring us safely home

Safely home

There was this old wives' tale|that two owl hoots means bad luck.

I was busting to take this shortcut.|so I had a real good listen.

'Course. I missed it.

Hey!

Who's there?

I'd never been|in a big city before.

and I'd never seen half this stuff|in Grandpa's store, that's for sure.

Anyway. I reckoned|I was fitting in pretty good.

I just needed to find them railway tracks.|'cause I knew where they'd take me.

I look around at all the faces and I see

All the lonely people|looking back at me

Hey, look what we got here.

Rich, poor, don't matter.|we're all the same

Everybody's hungry in a different way

Look at that. Barefoot and all.

But really.|what the world needs now is love

Love and only love

A little help from up above

Are you the-

Morning.

- Morning. I was wondering-|- Kinda warm out there today, isn't it?

- Yes, sir, sure is.|- Might be fixing to rain, though.

We could use some up where I come from.

Oh, where might that be?

Up the river a ways. About ten,|twelve miles as the crow flies.

You know, I've got a crate back there|making some strange noises,

for a boy who lives up the river.

The name is Billy Coleman.

Yes, sir. That's me.

Come on back here, now. I'll show you.

Well, there they are.

What do you think?

Aren't you gonna pick 'em up?

They already know you.

You're gonna need|a gunny sack to carry them in,

and I've cut a couple of slits|in them so that they won't smother.

- Do I owe you anything?|- Oh, no.

There's a small feed bill, but I'll|take care of that. T'ain't much, anyway.

Well, now, ain't that something?

Well, thanks again.

OK.

- Good luck, and good hunting.|- Thanks.

Hey, boy. What's your name?

Billy Coleman.

- How come you ain't wearing no shoes?|- He's one of them hill people.

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