Finn Finnegan Book One of the Aventures of Finn maccullen Darby Karchut SPENCER HILL PRESS
One Son of a goat The boy swore and jumped back A second squirt of bird poop landed with a plop this time on the toe of his shoe Oh real funny he said with a grimace He glared up at the crow swinging back and forth on the power line overhead sooty wings spread wide for balance The bird cocked its head and stared back its eye a red-rimmed marble Are you trying to warn me The boy dragged the tip of his sneaker through the lawn
bordering the sidewalk He wrinkled his nose at the stink of wet bird droppings mingled with the aroma of freshly mowed grass Not a good combination Or are you just yanking me around He watched as the crow crouched for a moment as if deciding then hoisted itself into the air and flew off The boy snorted Yup just what I thought yanking Slipping his arms free from the straps of a half-full backpack he dropped it to the ground as he fanned his worn tee shirt trying to dry the patch of sweat between his shoulder blades Pushing a mop of auburn hair out of his eyes peaceful he neighborhood Aw this is crazy he thought I’m never going to find him And even if I do what if he says no Then what I can’t go back home Not now frowned scanning the Picking up his pack he slung it over one shoulder and continued down the street He studied every house each one exhibiting pride of ownership with a well-tended yard Somehow I can’t imagine him living in one of
