The Mountain of Dreams

They walked over to where they had heard the noise and felt the ground shake.  They each used their feet like “ground ears” to see if they could feel any more shaking.  The shaking had stopped.  **** leaned over and whispered to Colordo. 

[**** --- whispering] “Now I think that we should spread out and not be too close together, just in case-.”

[Colordo whispered back] “Who do you think your kidding pal?  We’re going to be like meat and potatoes.  Separate their good but together they’re great.  Let’s go!”

So they inched their way into the big hole, ever so slowly,  where the roots had been.  The dirt was very loose so they had to hold onto the root parts that were left dangling out of the ground.  The rocks and roots in the loose dirt fell into the hole as the boys moved their feet.  Then the bottom of the hole started to cave in.  It almost looked like a whirl­pool, swirling round and round.  The swirling grew larger and larger.  In an instant it became clear to the boys that they had better get out of there. 

[****]  “This is not good!”

[Colordo]  “Tell me something that I don’t know!”

They both tried to turn and grab the strongest roots and rocks that they could so that they could pull themselves out.  ****’s foot slipped and he lost his footing completely.  Colordo was a bit higher up in the hole and tried to grab **** but he couldn’t. 

[Colordo] “GRAB MY FOOT – GRAB MY FOOT”, he yelled. 

**** reached over to grab  Colordo’s foot and then his hand lost it’s grip on the root.  He slid down --- and the only thing keeping him from dropping all the way into the hole was ---- Colordo’s pants leg.  **** turned over  and grabbed Colordo’s leg with his other hand and started to pull himself up. By this time Colordo’s hands were cramping from hold­ing onto the dirty root so hard.  The dirt on the root was making it very hard for him to keep holding on. 

[Colordo] "I’M SLIPPING!”  

[****] "TRY TO HOLD ON!” **** yelled back but it was too late. 

Colordo’s grip just couldn’t last.  The dirt on that root was like sandpaper and the extra weight was too much for him to hold.         

They fell into the loose dirt that was flowing down into the earth.  Moving round and round, they grabbed at the sides of the hole and tried to scoop their way out but the more they moved the more they went down. Franticly they moved their hands side to side trying in vain to get a grasp of something that could stop them from going any further down.  They spun toward the middle, where the dirt, roots and stones were being pulled down. Before they knew it they were deep in that flowing dirt being dragged down under the surface.  The dirt covered their stomachs, chests and shoulders.  In a matter of seconds they were in the center of the earthen whirlpool and pulled under the surface. The flowing dirt had covered them entirely. **** held his breath and tried to move his arms but the dirt was holding them too closely.  He knew that Colordo must feel the same.  It seemed like forever that he was under that dirt and then...------ SPLAT ...----- he landed right on top of Colordo.  The dirt was still falling all around them from the hole that was in the top of the cave. 

[Colordo] “MOVE IT!!” Colordo yelled, “BEFORE WE’RE BURRIED AGAIN!”