From : Cory Anda <email@example.com>
Sent : Monday, October 4, 2004 1:40 AM
Subject : Dixie's Day Off...
stretched languidly on her raft just soaking in
the southern Californian sunshine. ::It's just been
she sighed, listening to the birds nearby playing in her apartment
birdbath. Max, the caretaker's cat, seemed to agree with
her, stretching a single paw down from his
perch on the poolside
Children's laughter rang like belltones in her ears
as she dozed
under her sunhat and occasionally, the yips of the excited dogs
watching the other
tenants sharing the same pool, splashed and
played on the sidelines. Sighing, Dixie let the sun fry
out her aches,
one by one. ::If I ever work another double shift like the one I had last
may monkeys fly out of my butt.:: she thought. "Ohhh, I hate
head colds." Dixie sniffed, ignoring
yet another tickle running down
her throat. She shifted on her inflatable, easing a sudden gut cramp.
The tired nurse let the noonish summer's day work its magic, and
ignored it. "Guess what, Kel?" she
mumbled to herself, still quite
alone on her side of the pool. "I'm cancelling dinner plans. This
day is gonna be just ..for......ZZzzzzz...zzz.."
The lulling waves returned her to a state of
Dixie didn't know how long she had drifted, when an uneasy pup's|
whine sliced through her dreams.
McCall made a face.
Then the kids started screaming. Dixie shot up onto her hands, blinking
the torrid sun's glare, her eyes tearing. She cast her head about towards
the frightened children,
shouting in alarm. "What's the problem here?!"
One petrified boy pointed to someplace behind Dixie.
One of the Miller dogs was still whining, standing rigid on a second
raft, looking at something down under the water.
Dixie saw a wavering form shimmer, sprouting
and motionless, drifting arms.
"Mr. Miller!" she gasped, twisting off the raft. Dixie
fast as she could across the pool, shouting as she went, "Call
the Fire Department Rescue
Squad! My patio door's open!"
she told the children. One of the oldest started running for
Dixie plunged into the pool's depths, opening her eyes. It was
deep at that end and
Gerald Miller was no tiny teenager
when she finally reached him and started hauling his spasming
lanky body to the surface. She kicked through a plume of red.
::He's hit his head?:: McCall analyzed.
The side cramp biting her earlier made a comeback. Dixie|
grunted bubbles, cursing. But then her hand
caught the edge
of the pool's rim and her chin broke into the air. The stench of
into Dixie's stuffy nose and she opened her mouth,
spitting out luke warm water.
"Is my brother
ok?" asked a tiny blond girl in active horror.
Dixie threw an arm over Ger's shoulder and rolled
face out of the water, taking care to not jar his spine. The
teenager was unconscious
now and he fountained water out
his nose and mouth when she turned him. ::Drowning.:: she
Holding him still, the nurse beckoned to the kids.
"Push something over to me!" she ordered, treading
water. "I need
a support surface to lie him on. Even a lounger will work."
But the chairs along
the sunning area were chained to the fence.
Dixie swore. "There! Use that." and she jerked her head
the blue raft from which the frantic dog was barking.
Two young boys leaped in and
shoved it close.
Dixie managed to get it floating perpendicular under
Ger's chest with his
head splinted level in both her hands.
She didn't bother to drain him further and started right in
with a breath attempt. Ger gurgled, but his chest rose.
McCall's fingers found the groove in his
::Sh*t. His pulse's almost gone.:: Dixie kept holding
the teenager's head in alignment around
her jaw thrust.
She lifted rushing eyes to the panicking children surrounding
her."Kids, we gotta
get him out. Now. Remember how to
do that? Like I showed ya in kidscouts.. We're gonna make
out of the pump pipe cover by the shed. All right?
Go get it! I gotta keep helping him." she said,
breath through the suffocating man's chest water.
Ger's color had grayed before
her eyes by the time they
got back. "No, Ger. Keep fighting!" Dixie hissed into his ear
pushed air into his lungs.
The oldest boy ran back outside."The operator said that
on their way! I got through!"
"Terrific.." McCall grinned up at him.
She used the other children
her to keep Miller's head and back unjostled.
Between the five of them, the
slippery teen slid off
the long piece of plastic onto the deck quickly. "Watch his
move his neck around..." Dixie told the older
"He's bleeding!" cried the youngest.|
"It's not real bad. Head cuts are just messy." Dixie said
"His neck beat's gone! His neck beat's gone!" shouted
Ger's brother, knowing
enough to check.
"I know. He's just gone out. Don't be scared. Now. He'll need
that CPR stuff
I taught you all, so girls, dry him off your beach towels,
especially around his chest. Then nest
them about him to soak up
all of this water." Dixie said rapidly, thinking ahead for future
Hauling on a rope of floats, McCall flung herself out of
the pool. She scrambled over to the teen's
reopened an airway by lifting his jaw bone. "Michael, now take
over here. Hold his chin
just like this when you give your
breaths, ok? Move nothing else. I'll start here." Dixie told the
boy, beginning compressions. "Don't be alarmed if water
squirts out after a bit. Let it come. The
more of it, the better."
Dixie's cramp was a vice now, and her nose ran, so she
leg and crouched on her right foot to ease it. Already,
McCall was sweating and beads of it stung
her eyes. She
glanced up as Ger's brother delivered another breath mouth
to nose. "That's fine,
Mike. Give those a little deeper. Keep
going. Good job." McCall panted, keeping up her CPR.
each pulse check, Dixie lifted her head toward the
veranda's main gate listening acutely for the sound
From: "Roxy Dee" <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Date: Thu Oct 7, 2004 8:32 pm
Subject: The Narrow Path..
Dixie McCall reached down
yet again to the drowned teenager's
throat after another long minute. Her chilled fingers found a
carotid. "Michael! Trade places with me. He's got a pulse.
Hold his head still, in between
your knees, as I keep ventilating
him." she requested, keeping in line stabilization with her hold
on his airway. "Keep talking to him, hon. He's in trouble but he can
still hear us."
nervously, Michael leaned down to his brother's ear.
"Ger. I promise I won't tell anyone what you
did in the house.
Just wake up, ok? Dad's gonna be so mad you jumped head
first into the shallow
end like we're not supposed to."
McCall looked up at the nine year old, about to ask him what
that house comment had meant, when the wail of sirens and
squealing tires heralded a paramedic
It was 51's.
"Johnny! Roy! Non-breathing, but with a pulse now!
was under, I'm guessing,.. less than two minutes."
DeSoto and Gage flew into the yard, 02 tank
clattering, with a
police officer in tow, lugging the defibrillator and a backboard.
set those by his head." Johnny ordered. Then he
wrapped a thick cervical collar around Ger's neck
getting in the way of Dixie's mouth to mouth resuscitation.
Roy moved immediately
to kick the drying blankets the children
had used out of the way. "Dixie? We thought the address was
"Sorry for scaring you fellas but this was pressing.." she replied,
another breath to the boy carefully.
Johnny felt the teen's distended stomach. "This getting in
"More and more."
Gage got busy setting up the demand valve to take
the nearly exhausted nurse.
Roy finished hooking up the EKG monitor and he put the
on charged standby. Then he set up the
biophone's antennae and began a hail. "Rampart, this
##Go ahead, 51## answered Brackett over the line.|
"Rampart, we have a male approximately fourteen
years of age. Victim of an apparent diving accident."
Dix waggled her head in agreement at
at mechanism of injury as she accepted the positive
pressure mask from Gage and began
Johnny flung open the I.V. box and grabbed out what
he needed rapidly.
continued his report. "...He's been under active
resuscitation, non-breathing now, but with a regained
pulse following CPR. He's on 15 liters of assisted O2.
Spinal precautions have been taken. Please
for the vital signs." He set the phone onto his shoulder
as he tore pieces of IV tape
off a dispenser to stick
in rows onto his leg.
##Standing by, 51.##
McCall rattled off
Ger's pulse and its quality, and
his consciousness level."120 and thready. No reaction
Pupils, reactive, but sluggish."
DeSoto nodded, getting a quick B/P while Johnny
did a rapid
head to toe survey after listening to
the boy's breath sounds via scope. "I'm getting rales
"He took in a lot of water.." Dixie confirmed catching
her breath back as she used
the ventilator on their
Gage went on. "Negative Babinski's." he said after
a pair of forceps points up the bottom's
of both of the teenager's feet.
Dixie sighed in relief.
"One point in his favor.."
Gage rewrapped the stethoscope around his neck. He
peered at the
blood oozing from the boy's temple.
"This looks minor. There's no depression." Then he
for cerebral spinal fluid out the ears and nose.
"No CSF, Roy."
"Ok, Johnny. Better call out
for the engine. His B/P's
sixty over P."
Gage jerked his head in affirmation and grabbed
walkie talkie. "L.A., This is Squad 51."
"Respond Engine 51 for medical assistance
## 10-4, Squad 51. Time out, 12:51.##
Everyone ignored the broadcast
tones over the
frequency, double echoed through the squad's
Motorola Converta-com and the HT as
Stanley acknowledged the run and gave an ETA.
Dixie felt a wave of fatigue. "Johnny,
I'm tired." she
shivered. "I gotta give it up."
"All right." Gage said, eyeing her up, a little
self conscious because of Dixie's skimpy
made-for-the-sun, two piece bikini. "Rescuing's
work. Why don't you..uh,, wrap up, sit
down and rest a while. We got it."
The motorcop smoothly
took over teenager's
Dixie barely felt the kids throw a flannel quilt
her shoulders, offering her their gratitude with timid
pats and hugs as she parked on a lounger
the edge of the swimming pool. McCall shook her
head, thinking out loud. Then she snapped her
fingers. " Amy Miller, can you go get that consent
form your mother's got hanging on the frig?
firemen are gonna need it to give Ger some
"Ok, Dixie. I'll be right
back, Ger!" cried the tiny
child before she ran off.
DeSoto got his first orders.
Start an I.V. Normal Saline with an insulin
drip. I'm gonna assume he was coding longer than
minutes. I want to terminate any catecholamine
release effects before they complicate things for us.
Go ahead and administer 1.0 mg Lidocaine IV push
to control any intracranial pressure he might have
that possible head injury. Prepare to insert an esophageal
airway and send me a strip. Add
1 mg Sodium Bicarb,
then turn his drip to TKO. Let me know when you've
secured your airway. ##
"10-4, Rampart. I.V. Normal Saline with insulin, Lidocaine
and Sodium Bicarb. This'll be lead
The reassuring sound of the Ward Pumper's deeper siren grew
then fell away with the bark
of her airhorn.
##L.A. Engine 51's on scene.## came Stoker's transmission.
51. Time is 12:55.## replied L.A. Dispatch.
The pool kids, except Michael, went running to fetch
other firemen to show them the way.
Roy lifted his HT. "Cap, we'll need all hands and
the spare O2. Active resus."
##10-4, HT 51.##
Ger suddenly started to seize and his stomach rippled.|
Gage startled. "Is he vomiting?" he asked
man, with his hands full of supplies.
"No, there's nothing here yet. ....But.."
"But what?" Roy asked, impatient.
"I..don't think I'm getting a chest rise anymore.." the
officer admitted. "Just started happening."
"D*mn!" Johnny swore, feeling Gerald's throat for
the beat and double checking the jaw lift. "Try
another vent again."
The cop triggered the
thumb button. Despite a
tight seal over skin, the demand valve failed
to accomplish a finished
breath. The officer
shook his head. "See? Just like I told ya."
Johnny flew into action. "Roy,
ask for a nasogastric
tube. He's really blocked and in a convulsion from
hypoxia. His gums are
blue. I wanna drain that
Roy hurried and updated Dr. Brackett about
## I confirm rising tachycardia on the scope, 51.
Relieve that intragastric
pressure with an NG tube
and watch for signs of an obstructed airway..##
Kel snapped crisply.
Working together, Roy and Johnny inserted a well
lubricated catheter into the teen's unbloodied
and got it down past a sudden odd resistance.
Frothy pink emesis welled out of the tube's end and
onto the concrete in a noisy involuntary belch. Then
Ger's bulging stomach fell flatter than it had
"Ok, try him now." Gage told the policeman as
he quickly drew the tube back out again
out the boy's nose and mouth. Difficult breaths went
Stoker, Chet and
Lopez immediately knew what
to do at a mere glance of the area. They shifted the
it lay flush with Ger's back as Johnny
and Roy log rolled him onto his side for more
Swiftly, the head block, chest, waist
and leg straps were settled and tightened into place.
down, Johnny examined the stain on the pavement.
It was sweet smelling. "Roy, he's been drinking...."
said flatly, not happy.
DeSoto's face tightened. "He's just a kid."
Roy picked up the phone again. "Rampart, we've
positive evidence of ETOH ingestion."
returned a long sigh of resignation
and sadness. ##10-4, Roy. Then we're all the better
insulin drip counteracting things."
Roy had the advanced airway prepped and gelled. "I'm|
gonna need one of you for a Sellick's maneuver."
he told the gang.
"Me." Marco volunteered and he peeled off his coat
and gloves and kneeled
DeSoto had foregone the EOA for an endotracheal tube.
"Stoker, why don't you take over
on the O2? Thanks,
Officer Palmer.." he read from the man's name tag.
"No problem." The officer
stood back to begin his
incident report, allowing the more experienced firefighter
take over the task.
Hank noticed Dixie McCall bundled up on her chair.
"So much for the day off, eh?" he grinned for her
"Nothing like a little excitement to liven up an afternoon."
Dixie just coughed at
Stanley's encouraging humor
while avoiding the bright sun beating down on
her from his direction.
She felt a glove on her shoulder that made her jump.
"You ok there, Dixie?" Cap asked. "Sorry.
mean to startle you."
Dixie afforded the helmeted captain a smile.
Just a little worried."
"About him." she gestured with her head.
can't get that airway in......"
A weak, choking jolt upset Roy's positioned
laryngoscope and the paramedic yanked it out
a sudden mouth injury. "Marco, keep
up that cricoid pressure, whatever you do. Johnny!"
on it! Rampart, our victim's seizures are worsening.
So's his color."
##Have you established
that ET tube yet?##
"That's negative, doc. We're experiencing some jaw
clenching." Johnny sighed
##Knock him out, 51, for a rapid sequence induction.
Point one mg's of Vecuronium
IV push. That'll paralyze him
enough for you to get one inserted. Know that you'll be
responsible afterwards for maintaining his
airway with adequate ventilations.##
to Johnny, gulped.
"10-- uh, 10-4, Rampart." Gage affirmed. "RSI
with .1 mg's Vecuronium IVP."
Stoker spoke up suddenly. "Gage! Laryngospasm!|
I'm getting in nothing now."
felt around Marco's Sellick hold.
He felt a foreboding rock stiff hardness surrounding
apple. "Roy, ...positive on that...
"Rampart, standby... We've a fully
DeSoto dropped the phone.
##Push the Vecuronium, now! Double it if you
commanded Kel. ## The increase may help your clearing
the dripping immobilized teen while Kelly
hastily undid just the abdominal straps of the longboard,
allowing Gage access to Ger's lower abdomen. The paramedic
delivered four sharp upward thrusts
under the teenager's diaphragm
with both hands while Stoker and Chet pinned the boy's head
Roy sent the muscle paralyzer into Ger's high flowing I.V.
and hung it dangling
on the fence. "It's in. Is it working?"
he looked to Mike Stoker.
The engineer shook his head
and demonstrated the 02
gushing out around the mask quickly with some triggering.
a few more abdominal thrusts. Then he
scrambled to Ger's head with a long shafted pair of
forceps in his teeth. He used a jaw screw to open
the shaking teen's mouth to get at the deeper part
throat. The lengthy, scissors like instrument was guided
down, but stopped short only along
half its usable length.
Gage grimaced as he probed, biting onto a pen light
so he could see what
he was doing. "There's nothing
here, Roy. I'm not seeing any vocal cords. It's gotta
be just a
laryngospasm. These aren't threading down."
he said of his Magil forceps.
DeSoto nodded, licking
dry lips. "Second dose then,
Gage nodded, backing off so Stoker could use
valve yet again.
Roy injected a small orange labelled syringe into
the rubber intravenous delivery
port deftly. "It's in!"
Stoker and Johnny struggled to offset the teenager's
some chest rise, but they were
unsuccessful, no matter what they thought to try.
In the base station, Brackett eyed the running EKG strip
and became ansy. He had to force himself
not to interrupt
his hard-at-work men just for an update.
A dragging minute passed under the firemen's
sweaty exertions. Then Stoker detected a relaxing
jaw. "He's loose.." and then he started to force as many
feebly reaching ventilations as he could
into the boy's
lungs. He kept it up until the ominous dark blue began to
fade from Ger's face and
Johnny snatched up the abandoned endotracheal tube
that Roy had left on
the teenager's chest and said,
"Hyperventilate him a minute more, Mike. Then move
Roy lifted the phone. "Rampart, our victim's still
partially obstructed and we can't
find what it is.
The paralytic agent's beginning to work, but we're getting
vents into him only
with difficulty. Johnny's attempting
another intubation. Both the boy's work of breathing and
seizures, are now absent." Roy reported, seeing
a quiet, fully drugged stillness, settle over his
Kel let out the breath he was holding. ##Avoid any
stimulus that'll trigger V-fib.
He's sensitive to that
Gage accidently poked the back of Ger's soft palate
ET tube as he was visualizing for his vocal
Roy's head shot up when the EKG monitor
an arrythmia alarm. "Brady! Back off, Johnny!"
Gage froze and yanked out the tube,
a carotid artery in the boy's neck with his other hand.
"...Stupid! ..I'm ...stupid...."
DeSoto flew to the open drug case when the
boy's cardiac rate continued to sink
into the forties.
## I see it, 51. Point five milligrams Atropine. Speed
back up again. What I'm seeing here, is vaso vagal
in origin. It's not an adverse Vecuronium reaction.##
The parasympathetic soon boosted Ger's heartrate back up
into the low, irregular seventies. Everyone
sighed in relief.
## D/C trying the endotrach. I'm authorizing an immediate
Brackett went on..
Gage tossed the ET tube aside.
##....Set up your supplies. Have your
head man keep
hyperventilating your victim as best he can. Roy,
you've told me in the past that
you've done one of
these before ..in Nam. You've got the ball once again.##
Roy replied back, wiping sweat off his lip.
Johnny was a pure professional. He wasn't offended
the least for being asked to step down during a primary
treatment action. He wanted a resolution
to the problem
too badly to even care. He un-papered an adapter to a
7.5 mm sized ET tube, a 10
ml syringe, and a 14 gauge
Reaching down, he slid a finger on a free hand
over the hard
thyroid cartilage running down the midline of Ger's throat until
he found the soft
depression of the cricoid membrane. "Ok,
Marco. Keep his trachea from moving around and put
fingertip,.....here.." And he guided Marco's index finger
to a precise spot on the teenager's sweaty
that landmark and don't lose it.."
"Believe me, I won't..." Lopez admitted eagerly.
"Ok, Roy. We're ready for you." Johnny said looking
up, screwing together the puncture lancet."Lopez
got the trachea splinted." Then Gage handed the whole
rigging over to his much calmer partner.
DeSoto spoke. "Johnny, could you draw up a mil of
water into the syringe for me, please? I
I like to use."
Johnny nodded. "Stoker, is he adequately oxygenated yet?"
said, filling Roy's needle with a pull of its plunger into
another unused, sterile IV bag.
best as he's able. His pupils are still reacting but he's
a little too cold now to judge by his color."
Gage fitted the syringe back into place into the guiding
shaft, curious as to what purpose Roy
was going to use
it for. ::Not for med absorption into the lungs, Kel hasn't
ordered any ET drugs
yet.:: he thought.
DeSoto took over pressing a finger on the landmark Marco
was guarding. Then
he moved his fingertip just enough to
place the point of the needle directly over the membrane
could feel. He angled the syringe, end down at
a forty five towards Ger's feet, and advanced the
into the skin, all the while aspirating the plunger upwards
with his pinky and ring fingers.
He stopped instantly when
the upward welling suctioning drew up pearling air bubbles.
"I'm in the trachea.." he announced.
Roy slid a 3mm endo tube catheter inside the syringe and |
threaded it until it was well into the
air passage below,
angled downwards. He withdrew the long needle, passing
it off to Cap to dispose
of into the sharps bin.
Johnny flew into action once again. "Ah, now I see what the
for.." he said, listening to the teen's chest as
DeSoto fitted the ET adapter's syringe and catheter's
onto a high flow oxygen circulating ambu bag. "A better visual."
"Yep." DeSoto blinked.
Lopez helped Roy tape the inserted tenuous airway to
Ger's throat amply and then he took sole
stabilizing it with both hands so that it didn't budge
a single centimeter out of place.
"You're pure cement, Marco." Gage ordered.
"Solid, man. This is going nowhere." he said,
watching Stoker rapidly make up for lost
ventilating time. "How's he doing now?" the
asked, marveling at the heavy
bag's ability to work through such a slender tube..
Johnny took the listening ports of the stethoscope|
out of his ears. "He's got minimal chest rise.
enough to keep him alive until we get to the hospital.
Nice work, pal." he grinned. "Thanks
"Mike, I'll break you." Roy said. "I know just how
to get the most inside without
It's a narrow band force of pressure with this sized catheter.
like a newborn's.."
"I'll learn it for next time.." said Stoker as he traded places
Johnny picked up the phone. "Rampart, we have an airway.."
##Congratulations, guys. Now get
him in here. I want a vitals
set every five minutes in route. Keep vigilant for good or bad
sounds, any sign of expanding hematomas, or subcutaneous
air under the skin. ##
on our way, Rampart. The ambulance has just
arrived.." Gage said with a smile.
That smile fell
away when Dixie McCall suddenly sagged
backwards from where she was seated out of her blanket.
tumbled limply into the pool when Hank Stanley failed
to catch her in time. "Dixie?!" Johnny yelled.
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Sent : Thursday, October 7, 2004 8:44 PM
Subject : [EmergencyTheaterLive] The A.M.A.
Cap started to get out of his turnout and helmet to go
after her when Gage shouted. "I got
her!" He swan dived
into the shallows.
Very quickly, Dixie McCall was conveyed to the surface
and to the edge by many hands. She was lifted up, set
onto the ground and rolled onto her back.
"Dix?" Johnny shook her firmly, monitoring her carotid.
He wiped streaming water away from her nose
mouth as she began coughing and moaning.
McCall was almost as white as her alabaster swimsuit.
"She's ok.." Gage told the others. Stoker jogged over
with the engine's O2 apparatus. "I think
this's just an
episode of syncope, she's waking up already." he
said. "Let's move her to one of
those chairs and
get her wrapped up before you start her on that Mike."
Roy looked up from where he and Marco were|
still watching and working on Ger. "Johnny?! What's
"I don't know yet!" he shouted, letting Stoker, Cap
and Kelly transfer Dixie from
the concrete to a
head raised sunchair. "Let me check her out."
he coughed. "Keep packaging him
I'll call a second ambulance for her if I have to."
Cap reaffirmed Johnny's
plan, setting an oxygen
mask over McCall's nose and mouth. "That's
gonna be the call." He waved
on Stoker to notify
L.A. of their need for an additional Mayfair or
Cadillac. "I don't like her
breathing rate. It's labored."
"Umm hmm, something's definitely going on here.."
"Dix, can you hear me?"
She didn't answer past a few groans.
Chet Kelly continued to try
to get a legible verbal
response out of the nurse while Johnny got a B/P
off her arm.
children were scared but they stayed out of the
way, remaining maturely silent.
Gage saw that
Roy was ready to go. "You keep
"Yeah. Her B/P's no longer
low. Take Marco with you for
that airway support. Kelly can follow me in the squad
the other ambulance gets here."
Roy was a bulldog. "Use a landline, ok? The kids can
out a phone to you for you to use for her." DeSoto
said, shuffling along behind the gurney leading
carrying the defibrillator and the drug box.
"I know. I know.. Just go already.
The sooner you leave,
the sooner I'll find out some answers on her. Don't
ya on HT as soon as I find out anything."
"No, I'll do that.." Cap promised.
"All right." Roy replied, waving the ambulance men
on again. "I'm going..."
no more attention to him as Ger was carted
off Code Three to Rampart Hospital.
Cap and Johnny turned back
from watching Roy
hustle away to find Chet inexplicably armed with a mug
of steaming coffee, which
he was waving underneath Dixie's
nose near the O2 mask on blow by so that she could
Dixie sputtered, shifting her head from side to side.
"Kelly, cut that out this instant!" Hank
Gage gave out an exasperated shout of mild disgust and he grabbed
the cup away from
Kelly. "Chet, would you knock it off!? Where did you
get such a crazy idea in the first place?!" he
replacing the mask as McCall's eyes fluttered open.
"From them.." Chet shrugged.
"Yeah," said the oldest child standing nearby. "It was my idea.
We do this coffee trick all the
time when Miss McCall won't wake
up after sunbathing. She told us to so she wouldn't ever be late
"Well kids, I hate to break it to ya, but today is Dixie's DAY ..OFF!
all your help. We got it from here. Now, sCRAMMM!"
The children, all three dogs,..and
the caretaker's cat, took fright
and all of them ran away as fast as they could with screams, barks
and a yowl.
"That wasn't very smart." Hank interjected when the noise died away.
Gage double taked. "Why not? They're out of our hair..Unlike
some people.." he glared at Chet.
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