Farmer Green followed the dog through the woods. They wandered for miles through thick brush and tall trees. Every few feet the dog would look back at Farmer Green. He wanted to be sure the man was following him.
They came closer to the ravine. The dog disappeared in the brush.
"Now where did you go?" called the farmer. Then he heard the boy's cries.
Joey was trying to yell for help. He had almost given up. Then he heard a man yelling back to him.
"Hello-o-o!" yelled Farmer Green. "Are you hurt?"
Joey looked up from the ledge. He could see Farmer Green standing at the edge of the ravine. The man was peering down at Joey. He could barely see the boy through the trees.
"I'm okay, but my leg is hurt," Joey yelled back. "I can't make it up there all by myself."
"Hang on," said the farmer. "I'll help you up."
Farmer Green found a strong vine. He held one end of the vine. Then he threw the other end to Joey.
"Use this to pull yourself up," he said.
Joey grabbed onto the vine. It was strong and thick like a rope. Using his good leg, Joey pulled himself up the side of the ravine. Near the top, Farmer Green reached over and pulled Joey onto the rocks.
"Thank you," said Joey. He tried to catch his breath.
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White Dog
Short StoryThey say dogs are man's best friend. Sometimes those friendships extend beyond the grave.