The Adventures of Chip and Marty in Mr. Sandman's Class

Marty reached over in his sleep.  The back of his hand scraped against the wall.  He lifted his head off a hard surface and felt the wall in the dark.  He was suddenly very confused! 

What had happened to the soft bed and cool sheets he usually slept in?  And why was there something scratchy and hard right next to him?  He poked Chip, who was on his other side, and whispered to him.  “Hey, Chip.”

Chip rolled over and snored in Marty’s face.

“Hey, Chip,” whispered Marty, a little louder this time.

Chip opened one eye and said, “Yeah?”

“Chip, wake up.  Where are we?  Come on, Chip,” said Marty as he nudged him a little harder this time.

Chip raised his head and asked, “Hey, where’s my pillow?  Did you take my pillow, Marty?”

“There are no pillows, sheets, or even a bed.  Get up, Chip.  We’ve got to find out what in the world is going on here.”

All of a sudden, a heavy, low, booming voice came from over in the corner of the room.  “Get ta sleep, ya two!” The boys were so scared, they froze.  After a few seconds, when the voice went back to a soft murmur of sleep, the boys got up and slowly made their way out of the room. 

By the small amount of moonlight that came through a missing board, the boys saw the opening which served as the door. 

Chip and Marty stumbled out and found themselves staring at a huge field full of cotton plants ready to harvest.

They turned to one another and stared, in horror, at the realization that came to them at the same time.  They were back in the 1800’s.  And worse yet - they were slaves!  The boys looked down at their tattered clothing and their dark skin.  Neither one knew what to say or what to do.  A sense of fright filled them.  Chip and Marty both sat down on the stoop and leaned back against the hut wall.  Silently, they waited for the sun to come up.