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Remmick-Hubert Special Page - Lodi Union High School, Class of 1960-Newsletter

Vol.9:  13 Nov. 2002 : Page Five


The Winge'd Horse, Lodi Union High School - 1960

A committe chose short stories, poems and other literary works which represented our class for the year 1960.


..."Fiction, of course"...



Bob Lipelt


It was a clear Tuesday night and the air was as fresh as a cool mountain stream. We were all assembled in a parking lot, waiting.  I didn't believe it myself, but I came to see anyway.  Then I saw it!  The big yellow monster came charging through the area in which we were standing.  i trembled as it slashed its way through the crowd.  To my surprised, the boys I was with jumped in their cars and began to follow it.  Not wanting to be called a coward, I jumped in with a bunch of them and we began to pursue.  As we followed the monster, some of the boys talked of an ambush.  Their plan was to cut around in front of it.  Then we would speed ahead and get anything we could get our hands on and let this gigantic creature have it as it came by.  I was against the idea.  But before I knew what was happening, the driver of the car pulled around in front.  We were out of sight of the monster in no time.

When we raced our destination, the point of ambush, there were many other cars there.  As we piled out, a boy said,  "There's plenty of rotten pumpkins over there in the field," and advised us to get some.  At first I was reluctant, but without much coaxing I had an armload of ammunition.  We planned carefully the procedure we'd use when the yellow monster came by.  Then someone down the road hollered,  "Here it comes!" As we waited for it to come closer and closer, I began to tremble again.  in a few seconds I was calm.  I counted off the seconds as it came nearer, and then.... splat!  

Now as I sit here in jail, thinking, I realize that if you throw things at buses, you should keep certain things in mind:  Don't get caught!