“Hey, Charlie! Charlie!” Fat Huey glanced left, then right, as he ambled across the highway like a small tank. “Wanna grab a bite to eat?”
Charlie squinted into the rising sun. He’d been basking in its warmth, enjoying the solitude. Dinner still rounded his belly, but at the mention of food, his innards rumbled slightly. They were always up for it, just like Huey. Charlie opened his mouth to say something–
“Watch this, Charlie!” Huey stopped in his tracks, right in the middle of the left lane. His bare feet sensed vibrations in the concrete and he’d watched his Papa do this trick a time or two. He grinned over at Charlie. “Watch and learn.”
The little red sportscar came up over the hill, smacked into Huey, and went airborne before rolling over the shoulder and into the ditch on the far side of the road. Charlie stood up quickly and raced over to his friend. “Are you okay?” he hissed, nudging Huey. “What the Hell were you thinking, you fool?” He glanced up and saw the driver of the car, hanging upside down by a strap, frantically punching numbers into a cell phone. The sirens and lights came moments later.
Huey opened one eye and slowly curled up the corner of his mouth. “You keep watching,” he whispered. Charlie just stared, open-mouthed.
As the firefighters pried open the crumpled door of the car using the “jaws of life,” Charlie thought – not for the first time – that his friend Huey was crazy. “What is that thing?” he marveled, watching the rescuers slice and pry their way into the car.
“I think the humans call it a ‘can opener,'” said Huey. “Let’s go!” The ten-foot gator suddenly sprang back to life and charged the firefighters as they pulled the driver out of the car and laid him on the backboard. Huey thought their presentation seemed a little rushed and but he appreciated their plating the meal so nicely.
This is #2 for StoryADay May. Hey, I got off to a late start! Thanks to Marian Allen for inspiring me to give it a try, and to my Dad for this morning’s story inspiration.