As Doodle lay on the wet ground lifeless,I felt even greater hatred for myself. I cursed the day I told him that he could walk, just to feed my self-pride, and all those times I took him through tiresome labor just to make sure he was on his feet, and normal like every other child. I recalled the day we set aside his go-cart in the barn, and I, like a ruthless soul, made him touch his coffin, and threatened to leave him if he refused to do as I had said. I was angry with no one but myself, and at that very moment, I picked up my feet and run as far as my muddy legs could take me.
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The Scarlet Ibis Part 2
Non-FictionThe Scarlet Ibis is originally authored by James Hurts and I thought the ending called for a part two so...here goes nothing!!
