Word Count 485
Short and Fast
By Nan Ressue
Dad said that my brother and I could choose one special activity during the summer which would be our vacation highlight. Also, it couldn’t be really expensive and had to be less than fifty miles from home. We made a dash for the tree house to think it over and agonize over the choices.
“Whadda think Joe? Got any good ideas?”, said my brother with a concerned look on his face.
Pig race day was scheduled for next Tuesday. Any good ideas?”, said my brother with a concerned look on his face. This was a golden opportunity and we didn’t want to blow it.
“Would you choose long and slow or short and fast?”, I asked him in order to get the juices flowing.
“I don’t know. That’s a tough one. Would you like to go to Six Flags? We could be there all day and ride on everything.
“How about the races?” I countered. “Maybe Dad would place a bet for us and we could come home with some cash.
”WOW! That’s it! Short and fast with cash!
“Does it have to be horses?” he asked thoughtfully.
“No but you still could choose between runners and trotters,” still trying to give him choices.
“I know!”, I said, jumping up and down. “Let’s go to the Pig Races! Wouldn’t that be fun? They’re supposed to be the smartest animal in the barnyard but I had my doubts after I heard why they run.”
“Well, why? Are you going to tell me or not?”
With a wise look on my face, the all-knowing big brother said, “They run for Oreos that are at the end of the track.”
“No kidding! Let’s choose that. It sounds like a lot of fun. We rushed into the house to deliver the decision to the one who would drive and place bets.
“OK boys. Check the internet for a pig racetrack within 50 miles and we’re good to go. Success was proclaimed and pig race day was scheduled for next Tuesday.
We pulled into the parking lot and found our way to the track entrance. After some hot dogs and a coke, we ready to make some cash. Dad went to place the bets and we went over to the track to watch the preparations. The guy on the mike was whipping up the crowd’s enthusiasm, practicing cheers. Colored numbered blankets were strapped around each belly, the five racers were herded into the starting gate, and the trap doors banged shut.
“GO 5! Go 5! “ I yelled.
“PIGGY 2 PIGGY 2” my brotherI yelled louder.
The crowd screamed the count down ; FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE, GO!
The gun went off and the pigs took off. That is except the two we choose. Joe’s pig went after the man with the cookie box and mine threw up. Too many cookies.
Maybe we should have picked horses.