Three o’clock in the afternoon came quickly and it was time for Eddy to return to his new cave in green, squishy Missouri. He swung his backpack over his shoulder and started down the trail. Before he knew it, Jax had caught up to him and asked Eddy to join in his adventure.
“Adventure? What do you mean?” Eddy was confused.
“Haven’t you ever been on an adventure before? Come with me. I’m going off the trail, into the forest. I’m looking for treasure!” Jax smiled, stumbled over a rock, then looked back over at Eddy. “Won’t you join me?”
“I guess… but not for long. Papa will be mad if I’m not home for dinner, and Momma will worry.”
The boys headed off the trail, in search of the treasure. Eddy wasn’t sure what the treasure was, exactly, but he went with Jax anyway. They climbed trees, picked berries, and lifted rocks. They made up stories and found hiding spots, made forts and drew pictures in the wet dirt. Eddy had never done anything like this before; he had never had a friend before.
“Well, I imagine it’s about dinner time. Don’t want you getting in trouble. I’ll see you in class tomorrow, Eddy.” And with that, Jax was gone.
Eddy walked into his cave with a grin, eagerly gobbled up his dinner, and quickly fell asleep. It had been a good day.