Plotting And Scheming
Farley and the boys were giddy riding down the road about how they out-traded Barnett and didn’t realize how long the trading had taken before they were supposed to meet back up with Dump Truck but evidently he hadn’t left because they found him napping under an old oak tree at the bar. Farley pulled into the parking lot and both boys bailed out of the van hollering ”Mr. Dump! Mr. Dump!” to which Farley chuckled at hearing one more funny version of his name.
“We just got back from Barnett’s and traded for a mess of chickens!” Jeremy said beside himself.
“What kind of chickens? How many did you get?” Dump asked slightly slurring his words because he had evidently killed whatever extra twelve pack he had found, telling by the cans in his vicinity.
“Don’t ya’ll be co
