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	~~'''~~Whicker Man~~''' by~~ Bob Stein		{{title\| name=Whicker Man\| user=Posti\| author=Bob Stein}}

	Another damned rooster. Kevin stirred groggily as the bird crowed again, loud and fairly close by. Where was he? Yesterday was Wednesday – this was supposed to be a four-star Bed and Breakfast. Given the unwelcome wakeup call, what felt like a pretty crude mattress, and - he sniffed and wrinkled his nose - a definite lack of attention on the part of the maid, they were over-rated by about 3 stars.		Another damned rooster. Kevin stirred groggily as the bird crowed again, loud and fairly close by. Where was he? Yesterday was Wednesday – this was supposed to be a four-star Bed and Breakfast. Given the unwelcome wakeup call, what felt like a pretty crude mattress, and - he sniffed and wrinkled his nose - a definite lack of attention on the part of the maid, they were over-rated by about 3 stars.

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	A hundred questions clamored for attention in Kevin’s mind, but as Gray started out only one managed to work its way out of his mouth. Holding up the heavy casts, he tapped the huge ends against each other. “Why are they built up like that around my hands?”		A hundred questions clamored for attention in Kevin’s mind, but as Gray started out only one managed to work its way out of his mouth. Holding up the heavy casts, he tapped the huge ends against each other. “Why are they built up like that around my hands?”

	“I had to use the supplies I had. Those are supposed to be used on horses.” Gray grinned. “You see, we don’t have a regular doctor. I’m what you would call the veterinarian.”		“I had to use the supplies I had. Those are supposed to be used on horses.” Gray grinned. “You see, we don’t have a regular doctor. I’m what you would call the veterinarian.”

	Kevin watched the man leave with mixed feelings. A vet? That certainly explained a lot, though it didn’t bolster confidence. Sighing, he held up his arms to look at the ends more closely and gave a short laugh. The lumps encasing his hands actually looked like hooves. Maybe there was a basic shape to the splints underneath, but Gray had obviously spent some time sculpting the outer plaster.		Kevin watched the man leave with mixed feelings. A vet? That certainly explained a lot, though it didn’t bolster confidence. Sighing, he held up his arms to look at the ends more closely and gave a short laugh. The lumps encasing his hands actually looked like hooves. Maybe there was a basic shape to the splints underneath, but Gray had obviously spent some time sculpting the outer plaster.
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	“Not to worry.” Gray walked with him back to the barn. “There’s plenty of time for work later.”		“Not to worry.” Gray walked with him back to the barn. “There’s plenty of time for work later.”

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	The sun was on its way down when Kevin woke to young voices in whispered conversations. He jerked up suddenly and caught at least five kids staring over the top of the gate before they scrambled away with shouts and laughter. Pushing himself up with an effort, he threw himself against the gate. “Ggh.. “ The words caught in his throat, and he had to swallow and try again. “Ghet out of here! I’m not a freak show!” His shouting set off the rest of the patients, creating a cacophony of braying, moose, bleats, and whinnies.		The sun was on its way down when Kevin woke to young voices in whispered conversations. He jerked up suddenly and caught at least five kids staring over the top of the gate before they scrambled away with shouts and laughter. Pushing himself up with an effort, he threw himself against the gate. “Ggh.. “ The words caught in his throat, and he had to swallow and try again. “Ghet out of here! I’m not a freak show!” His shouting set off the rest of the patients, creating a cacophony of braying, moose, bleats, and whinnies.

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	Kevin looked back down the road. There was nothing left for him in this world. Blowing through his lips, he plodded across the invisible line between worlds. And when he looked back, everything beyond the sign had been swallowed up by thick forest.		Kevin looked back down the road. There was nothing left for him in this world. Blowing through his lips, he plodded across the invisible line between worlds. And when he looked back, everything beyond the sign had been swallowed up by thick forest.
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	Gray clucked his tongue. Siúil leat, stail. Come on, stallion.” He helped the now-feeble Conan back up on Kevin. “Tà tù bromach, Conan. And Conan will end up the colt. Able to learn and grow at last, even if it is as a horse.”		Gray clucked his tongue. "Siúil leat, stail. Come on, stallion.” He helped the now-feeble Conan back up on Kevin. “Tà tù bromach, Conan. And Conan will end up the colt. Able to learn and grow at last, even if it is as a horse.”

	As they headed back towards the village, Kevin wondered at his own calm acceptance. Perhaps he had waited too long outside the barrier – something had changed in his head. Human memories remained, but seemed distant and unimportant.		As they headed back towards the village, Kevin wondered at his own calm acceptance. Perhaps he had waited too long outside the barrier – something had changed in his head. Human memories remained, but seemed distant and unimportant.

Posti: New page: Category:Story Category:Bob Stein '''Whicker Man''' by Bob Stein Another damned rooster. Kevin stirred groggily as the bird crowed again, loud and fairly close by. Where was he?...

2007-08-01T02:10:25Z

New page: Category:Story Category:Bob Stein '''Whicker Man''' by Bob Stein Another damned rooster. Kevin stirred groggily as the bird crowed again, loud and fairly close by. Where was he?...

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