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start slow?”
He nodded and soon they were off. Joshua watched as Raven held rigidly to the rope. “You need to loosen up in case you fall,” he yelled. He saw her flex her knees a little. “That’s better.” They all watched her in admiration as she made her first circle.
“She’s doing great!” Chuckey yelled, clapping his hands.
“Go Miss Meadows!” Cliffy screamed.
Joshua looked at Cliffy, the one Raven was worried about. She was teaching him a valuable lesson, even if she was scared stiff, literally. “Loosen up, Raven,” he yelled. He saw her flex a little but then stiffen again, and watched as she struggled to turn the skis, and then crash to the ground. He led the way as they all ran to help her up, but she was face down in the snow, not moving.
“Oh my gosh! She’s dead!” Bud yelled.
Joshua bent down, turned her over, and laid her in his arms. He looked down and saw one eye open and wink, and then she shut it again.
“We killed her!” Chuckey said. “We shouldn’t have made her do it.”
“We need to pray, right now!” Ethan said, trying to be calm. “God could raise her from the dead.” He got on his knees and prayed. The other boys joined him. Raven still lay motionless.
Joshua looked somberly at the boys. “Look at it this way. An Amish funeral is cheap. Only costs twenty-five dollars for a pine casket.”
He felt Raven wiggle in his arms then bursting with laughter. She slapped his arm. “Oh, so you don’t care like my boys do.” She stood up and looked at the kneeling boys. “I was only kidding. I’m fine.”
All the boys got up and charged her, trying to give her a hug. She fell over in the snow, but only laughed. She made a snowball and threw it at Cliffy and then got up to run. Cliffy made a snowball and hit her back. Soon, there was a full-fledged snowball war going on. Joshua watched Raven play with the boys. She’d make a wunderbar mamm .
~*~
That night, Joshua closed the door to the barn and looked over at the snow drifts piled up against its walls. He leaned against the wind, covered his mouth with his scarf, and trudged to the house. He noticed his daed had brought in ample firewood for the night, and nodded at him, sitting in the rocker by the woodstove, reading the Die Botschaftt . Joshua stomped the snow off his boots, took them off and put them by the fire, and sat at the table. “ Daed , don’t’ you think we should check on Eb? It’s mighty cold out there.”
Rueben put the paper down, and leaned his head against the back of his rocker. “He’s shunned.”
“I know, but it just doesn’t seem Christian-like to not check.”
Rueben’s eyebrows shot up and he leaned forward. “Son, we can’t feather his nest outside the flock. We’ve talked about this before. He needs to miss the community, repent and be restored.”
“Why can’t we help him be restored, though? Raven is…”
Joshua saw his daed’s eyes darken. “Because it’s our way. This is Eb’s second winter on his own, and maybe he’ll miss the People more and return.”
“Makes me feel bad.”
“Son, look at Job. Are we not told in the Bible to consider his sufferings?” He shifted in his chair. “He never cursed God like Eb, and Job suffered more.”
“Well, I’m glad Raven’s helping him. She saves food from Appleton and brings it to him. Pastor Lawrence’s trying to help, too.”
Rueben hissed. “He’ll never change. He made a mess of his rumspringa and tried to drag down other men with him. He could do it to you.”
Joshua saw a fire in his daed’s eyes he’d never seen before. What was he talking about? Did Eb try to drag his daed down when they were young? The deep red of his daed’s face started to bother him and he got up and fetched him some water. “ Daed , what is it? Calm down.”
Rueben took the water and leaned his head back again. “Son, you don’t know the real Eb. He got baptized, taking the Amish vow, but he never lived out our
He nodded and soon they were off. Joshua watched as Raven held rigidly to the rope. “You need to loosen up in case you fall,” he yelled. He saw her flex her knees a little. “That’s better.” They all watched her in admiration as she made her first circle.
“She’s doing great!” Chuckey yelled, clapping his hands.
“Go Miss Meadows!” Cliffy screamed.
Joshua looked at Cliffy, the one Raven was worried about. She was teaching him a valuable lesson, even if she was scared stiff, literally. “Loosen up, Raven,” he yelled. He saw her flex a little but then stiffen again, and watched as she struggled to turn the skis, and then crash to the ground. He led the way as they all ran to help her up, but she was face down in the snow, not moving.
“Oh my gosh! She’s dead!” Bud yelled.
Joshua bent down, turned her over, and laid her in his arms. He looked down and saw one eye open and wink, and then she shut it again.
“We killed her!” Chuckey said. “We shouldn’t have made her do it.”
“We need to pray, right now!” Ethan said, trying to be calm. “God could raise her from the dead.” He got on his knees and prayed. The other boys joined him. Raven still lay motionless.
Joshua looked somberly at the boys. “Look at it this way. An Amish funeral is cheap. Only costs twenty-five dollars for a pine casket.”
He felt Raven wiggle in his arms then bursting with laughter. She slapped his arm. “Oh, so you don’t care like my boys do.” She stood up and looked at the kneeling boys. “I was only kidding. I’m fine.”
All the boys got up and charged her, trying to give her a hug. She fell over in the snow, but only laughed. She made a snowball and threw it at Cliffy and then got up to run. Cliffy made a snowball and hit her back. Soon, there was a full-fledged snowball war going on. Joshua watched Raven play with the boys. She’d make a wunderbar mamm .
~*~
That night, Joshua closed the door to the barn and looked over at the snow drifts piled up against its walls. He leaned against the wind, covered his mouth with his scarf, and trudged to the house. He noticed his daed had brought in ample firewood for the night, and nodded at him, sitting in the rocker by the woodstove, reading the Die Botschaftt . Joshua stomped the snow off his boots, took them off and put them by the fire, and sat at the table. “ Daed , don’t’ you think we should check on Eb? It’s mighty cold out there.”
Rueben put the paper down, and leaned his head against the back of his rocker. “He’s shunned.”
“I know, but it just doesn’t seem Christian-like to not check.”
Rueben’s eyebrows shot up and he leaned forward. “Son, we can’t feather his nest outside the flock. We’ve talked about this before. He needs to miss the community, repent and be restored.”
“Why can’t we help him be restored, though? Raven is…”
Joshua saw his daed’s eyes darken. “Because it’s our way. This is Eb’s second winter on his own, and maybe he’ll miss the People more and return.”
“Makes me feel bad.”
“Son, look at Job. Are we not told in the Bible to consider his sufferings?” He shifted in his chair. “He never cursed God like Eb, and Job suffered more.”
“Well, I’m glad Raven’s helping him. She saves food from Appleton and brings it to him. Pastor Lawrence’s trying to help, too.”
Rueben hissed. “He’ll never change. He made a mess of his rumspringa and tried to drag down other men with him. He could do it to you.”
Joshua saw a fire in his daed’s eyes he’d never seen before. What was he talking about? Did Eb try to drag his daed down when they were young? The deep red of his daed’s face started to bother him and he got up and fetched him some water. “ Daed , what is it? Calm down.”
Rueben took the water and leaned his head back again. “Son, you don’t know the real Eb. He got baptized, taking the Amish vow, but he never lived out our
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