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phone.’
The gear-shift lever fell into first under Tom’s hand.
‘Okay. Now you be careful.’
‘Okay, Tom.’
He let the clutch out and started up the hill. I walked into the road and watched the tailgate disappear up the first little hill in the woods and walked the rest of the way across the road in between the barn and the tractor shed to the hard, mossy dirt behind. My penis was white in my hand as I spread my legs to pee. The foreskin was closed all the way down and when the pee came out, it had to find a way out in a ripply yellowline into the dirt. I might have been peeing on Experiment 20. They buried it here years ago, maybe to let it be near the earth or something. Experiment 20 – I used to call it X X – was very important. For a long time, when people were still here they stood next to the big busy tables in the lab with microscopes, holding glass bottles up in the air. Everybody talked about the experiment for a long time and then one day they all walked out here and planted it, in their white coats standing in the woods. I watched it from my treehouse.
I shook off the last drops, put it back, and went out across the grass to the cloudbuster platform near the lab. We had lots of cloudbusters, some on trucks and some on platforms. One was at the lab and there were two up at the observatory. That way, we could make big operations with a lot of them, like an army.
Up on the platform was an equipment box that Tom built. He built a lot of things. Inside it were some rocks and a folded piece of paper. It was an old map I had made, showing how to make rain.
When there is a big drawing we use more than one cloudbuster and have a special system to tell which direction to draw from, since the cloudbusters are far apart. We worked it out with whistles. My metal whistle with the rawhide necklace is the loudest so I usually stay with Daddy and relay his commands. One blast is north; three long blasts means west. Four is south because we don’t use it very often, and three short ones means east. Two is Zenith. Zenith means pipes straight up in the air but it sounds like God or a place in California. It is like a gathering place. After drawing for a few minutes, Zenith is like pulling inthe drawstring on my striped marble bag and holding the sky together. Once it is in the bag you can loosen it up again and do things with wind and clouds and energy.
Sometimes we punch holes in the clouds and sometimes we bring clouds together. Sometimes when it is a bad day we make it move and sometimes we just play and catch the wind. Once there was a big hurricane coming. The radio said it was very dangerous because it was heading right for the Maine coast. We all went out and operated and the hurricane went away. The man on the radio said it was very strange how all of a sudden the hurricane just started swerving out into the ocean. We were all proud. Daddy said we were men of the future.
He wrote a letter to the Air Force about it, just like he did for the flying saucers, and to the Weather Bureau. But they never answered. He said it was part of the conspiracy. The conspiracy was that the Communists and Hoodlums in Government – HIGs– were out to get us, but they can’t do it in the open because they are weasels. The conspiracy is that President Eisenhower and the Air Force are on our side and they know what is happening but can’t help. Or else they are all against us and that is why they are coming today.
That is why I have to be a good soldier. Daddy was in the Austrian Army and Bill was in the Navy. Now Bill is a major and I’m a lieutenant in the Corps of Cosmic Engineers. Daddy is the general. In my other outfit, though, I’m Lieutenant Cohill from She Wore a Yellow Ribbon.
Toreano rode up with a dispatch that Bill was coming, so I went back to the lab and waited. His green station wagon came up the road. He turned up the drive and when he got close I stood to attention and saluted. He leaned over to
The gear-shift lever fell into first under Tom’s hand.
‘Okay. Now you be careful.’
‘Okay, Tom.’
He let the clutch out and started up the hill. I walked into the road and watched the tailgate disappear up the first little hill in the woods and walked the rest of the way across the road in between the barn and the tractor shed to the hard, mossy dirt behind. My penis was white in my hand as I spread my legs to pee. The foreskin was closed all the way down and when the pee came out, it had to find a way out in a ripply yellowline into the dirt. I might have been peeing on Experiment 20. They buried it here years ago, maybe to let it be near the earth or something. Experiment 20 – I used to call it X X – was very important. For a long time, when people were still here they stood next to the big busy tables in the lab with microscopes, holding glass bottles up in the air. Everybody talked about the experiment for a long time and then one day they all walked out here and planted it, in their white coats standing in the woods. I watched it from my treehouse.
I shook off the last drops, put it back, and went out across the grass to the cloudbuster platform near the lab. We had lots of cloudbusters, some on trucks and some on platforms. One was at the lab and there were two up at the observatory. That way, we could make big operations with a lot of them, like an army.
Up on the platform was an equipment box that Tom built. He built a lot of things. Inside it were some rocks and a folded piece of paper. It was an old map I had made, showing how to make rain.
When there is a big drawing we use more than one cloudbuster and have a special system to tell which direction to draw from, since the cloudbusters are far apart. We worked it out with whistles. My metal whistle with the rawhide necklace is the loudest so I usually stay with Daddy and relay his commands. One blast is north; three long blasts means west. Four is south because we don’t use it very often, and three short ones means east. Two is Zenith. Zenith means pipes straight up in the air but it sounds like God or a place in California. It is like a gathering place. After drawing for a few minutes, Zenith is like pulling inthe drawstring on my striped marble bag and holding the sky together. Once it is in the bag you can loosen it up again and do things with wind and clouds and energy.
Sometimes we punch holes in the clouds and sometimes we bring clouds together. Sometimes when it is a bad day we make it move and sometimes we just play and catch the wind. Once there was a big hurricane coming. The radio said it was very dangerous because it was heading right for the Maine coast. We all went out and operated and the hurricane went away. The man on the radio said it was very strange how all of a sudden the hurricane just started swerving out into the ocean. We were all proud. Daddy said we were men of the future.
He wrote a letter to the Air Force about it, just like he did for the flying saucers, and to the Weather Bureau. But they never answered. He said it was part of the conspiracy. The conspiracy was that the Communists and Hoodlums in Government – HIGs– were out to get us, but they can’t do it in the open because they are weasels. The conspiracy is that President Eisenhower and the Air Force are on our side and they know what is happening but can’t help. Or else they are all against us and that is why they are coming today.
That is why I have to be a good soldier. Daddy was in the Austrian Army and Bill was in the Navy. Now Bill is a major and I’m a lieutenant in the Corps of Cosmic Engineers. Daddy is the general. In my other outfit, though, I’m Lieutenant Cohill from She Wore a Yellow Ribbon.
Toreano rode up with a dispatch that Bill was coming, so I went back to the lab and waited. His green station wagon came up the road. He turned up the drive and when he got close I stood to attention and saluted. He leaned over to
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