James/Thomas peach verse drabble
He was about to put the last barrel of peaches into the wagon when Thomas’s voice reached his ears, a distant yell.
Mildly alarmed, James left the wagon in the northwest corner of the grove and followed the yell, which repeated itself. The day had grown dark with storm clouds-another reason to pack up early- and a rumble of Thunder followed on the heels of Thomas’s voice.
He reached the edge of the grove where the peach trees gave way to a tall oak. There was the ladder lying on the ground under the tree. Thomas was in the tree, straddling two branches, and above him on a limb was Betsy. The cat let out an unhappy meow. Both man and feline appeared to be stuck.
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