Tom woke abruptly to the sound of his big rooster letting out a terrifying scream. He grabbed his overalls and began to run for the fields. It's wheat harvestin' day! Thomas Holland had been a farmer all his life, working in the fields day and night to afford a new claw machine. Maybe he'd even be able to afford the ultimate prize. Hugh Jackman. He'd seen his face in the papers for months now, and thought of what it would be like to finally get him, to put him in the custom sack Tom had woven for him.
After a positively back-breaking day in the fields, overalls dripping with sweat, he had carried enough pieces of wheat to the market and had scrounged up just enough money to get him to Hugh. From there, it was only a question of how strong Hugh really was, but Tom was sure he could take him. He wanted this enough to wrestle the strongest man. He WAS going to ride his horse, Spirit, but he was busy being hot and famous in the movies. Tom sighed. Mater would have to do. He climbed into the cab of the old tow truck, he drove into town after selling his wheat morsels. Tom could hear Mater's voice echoing throughout the chamber as he spoke to him. Tom was almost to the Eye clinic, where he KNEW they were keeping Hugh in the back, next to the oven cleaner supplies. Uh Oh! There was a LARGE bump in the road. The ancient man came out of the road. He was hairy, but not quite totally hairy like you read in the books. His mouth was full of gravel and he swallowed all of it? Tom knew this man, no, it can't be, it can't be, it can't be it's him. It's Hugh's mountain man.
Hugh loved his mountain man, and Tom never knew Hugh, he just wanted Hugh. Tom got out of his wheat truck, and spit next to him.
"Take your gravel to Hugh."
"I can't do that because i'm hugh's mountain man."
"Oh what of it"
"Hi, im hugh," Out of nowhere, it was Hugh. Tom tried throwing a rock at Hugh, but the rock went right through!!!
"Through Hugh! Through Hugh!" Thomas shouted in his excitement. "Can I take him home with me?" :3
The mountain man shivered. It was chilly. "No, I'm afraid not, pardner," he said, and from out of his mouth he pulled a marshmallow gun. "Beat that."
Thomas felt dismayed, but then he remembered that mama always told him to keep a little something extra with him at all times. He opened up his gums and out popped his grandpappy's tee shirt cannon! Then, with Hugh counting, they took a few steps away, turned, and fired!
The tee shirt hit mountain man right in the gut, while the mallow was too soft to harm Tom. Hooray! Tom was living his fantasy now of having a Hugh! But then, mountain man got up, seeking revenge. He shot again with the mallows, and this time it hit Tom right in the eye and knocked him out cold. When he woke up, Hugh was gone.
