Jimmy of Wobbly Knob--Chapter Five

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More adventures about a kid with quite the imagination!

Submitted: January 23, 2016

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It was a few days later, and Mrs. Weaver was still droning on and on blabbing about things that Jimmy really, really didn't care about. He was restless, again, and as he was staring out the window, watching the snow starting to come down harder, he hoped they'd be sent home early. But so far, at least, no such luck. He let his mind wander, and, and--nothing--his mind was a blank. Dang it! Davy had been grounded, again, after their little pond adventure, so he couldn't play. Maybe it would have been easier to pretend something if he was around.

 

 

Two whole days! That's how long it had been since he'd been able to imagine anything, and Jimmy was getting downright worried that he'd be stuck in the bummer real world, with no escape possible. True, he loved his parents, but all one had to do was look at their heavily-lined faces, to know how bad real life could get. If that was the true way reality worked, forget it! He wanted no part of it.

 

He was going for a walk, to try to see if something, anything, jarred him back into daydreaming. He started down the street, kicking the slush left over from the snow, a snow that they never did get out of school early for. It just wasn't fair! His mother told to stay close to the house, but Jimmy didn't exactly understand why. His grandparents were visiting, and they said it was too dangerous, and that it wasn't the way it had been when they were young--that all the neighbors kept an eye on you. But Jimmy wasn't buying it for a second--they were old, and probably always had been that way! So he told his mom he would stay close to the house, but as soon as he got outside, started walking.

 

He came across a construction site, and thought sure that must set off his daydreaming, but he looked at it, and nothing. It stayed just a construction site. Now, he knew  something was very out of wack!

 

"Hello!" came the greeting from one of the construction guys.

 

"Hi," a bummed-out Jimmy answered back, and just kept walking. Ahead, Mr. Friese was sweeping the slush off his walkway.

 

"Hiya, Jimmy!

 

"Hello, Mr. Friese," he answered sullenly, and just kept walking.

 

 

Mr. Friese watched his go, with a concerned, confused look on his face. This was totally unlike Jimmy. Usually, he was as bouncy as a rubber ball, not barely shuffling down the sidewalk.

 

 

Jimmy shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat, and aimlessly kicked a pine cone ahead of him. It just wasn't fair!

 

 

******

 

 

As he dejectedly shuffled his way down the sidewalk, worrying about being stuck in permanently in reality, a fire truck screamed past, and suddenly, he became Fireman Jimmy:

 

 

Fireman Jimmy was bored. So far, exactly nothing had burned. He had just settled down in front of the T.V. with a grape pop and a Hostess Fruit Pie (it was cherry!) to watch an all-day cartoon marathon on The Cartoon Network, when the alarm sounded. They were needed at The Lincoln Log Factory downtown, because a dangerous fire had broken out.

 

 

Within seconds, they pulled up in front of a building that was on fire. Flames were leaping way up in the sky. Fireman Jimmy's boss, Chief Rock Gristle, told him to grab a hose, and just do his best to keep the fire from spreading, because it looked like this building was lost already. He grabbed a hose, and ran around the rear of the building. He saw several buildings, a hamburger place among them, and Jimmy vowed not to let the flames spread, at least to that!

 

 

He had just got finished hosing down the hamburger place, and in the quiet after he'd finished, he heard, very faintly, so faintly he wondered if he'd imagined it, a cry from inside the on fire Lincoln Log Factory, "Help!, Help!" He decided to make sure, and stepped closer. Again, he heard, "Help!" This time, there was no doubt, someone was in there, and they needed his help! There was no time to let anyone know, he had to act, now! He sprinted up to the window, and yelled,

 

"Stand away from the window!", and he picked up a nearby chunk of cement, and threw it at the window, which shattered into a million pieces. He stopped to listen again, as thick black smoke came flying out from where the window used to be. Again, he heard 'help!" followed by choking.

He had to hurry, the victim sounded weaker, and didn't sound like they could hold out much longer. He stood on a crate that just happened to be there, and used his fireman's glove to knock and jagged pieces of broken glass out of the window frame, and hopped into the black-as-ink room. Once inside the bon-fire, he yelled, "Call out-I can't see a blasted thing!"

He heard a frightened cry,

 

"Over here--eh, huh, huh!"

 

"Keep coughing!"

 

"Okay--eh, huh, huh!"

 

Jimmy crawled in the direction the voice seemed to be coming from. Suddenly, he felt someone,

 

Now Jimmy had a heck of a problem--he couldn't lift a full grown adult and throw them over his shoulder--how was he going to save them? Then, he figured out that if he changed the person to a small kid, say three or so, problem solved!

 

Fireman Jimmy could tell it was a kid, and said, "grab my hand--I'm holding it towards the sound of your voice, I'll throw you over my shoulder, and we'll walk out."

 

He felt a small hand groping through the darkness, until at last he was holding it, and got close enough to grab the kid by the knees, slung him up over his shoulder, and turned towards where he thought the door was, and together, they both blindly staggered forward, until he bumped into something. He groped around frantically, until he felt the doorknob. He turned it, and the door swung open, and as black smoke billowed around them, Fireman Jimmy and the kid, who was still coughing, emerged. Immediately, a crying, hysterical woman ran towards them, shouting,

 

"Timmy! Timmy!" and dropping to her knees, hugged little Timmy. Then, to Jimmy, she said, "You saved my Timmy! Thanks to your bravery, everything came out okay!"

 

An embarrassed Fireman Jimmy replied, "Ah, shucks ma'am, I was just doing my job."

 

"Well, thank you, and I don't know how I can ever thank you, and I know it's kinda stupid, but let me run home and grab you a plate of brownies, which are still warm out of the oven, as a token of his mother and father's appreciation."

 

''There's no thanks necessary, but, sure!" Fireman Jimmy dearly loved brownies!

 

 

A very-much-relieved Jimmy turned around and headed home. All that worrying about never being able to daydream again was wrong. Suddenly, he realized he was so hungry! Before he could think of what he would have, definitely followed by some of his mom's brownies, fresh baked, he heard a horn behind him, and turned to see his angry-looking father opening the driver's door ,along with his mother's angry-looking face in the passenger's seat, and felt his spirits sag.

 

"Hi, Dad, I was just--"

 

"You're in big trouble, young man."

 

Oh-oh, he knew he had done wrong when his dad used 'young man', instead of Jimmy.

 

"Your mother told you to stay close to the house, but, tell me something--look around--is this your idea of 'close' to the house? I'll answer for you, no!"

 

"But Dad!"

 

"No excuses, young man, just get in the car--what are we--you're grounded for a week!"

 

A week--it just wasn't fair!

 

 

******

 

 

After he had served the worst possible punishment, besides being forced to eat vegetables (while he hated 'em, he knew they were good for him, so he choked them down!), Jimmy was so ready for something exciting! And this morning, Mrs. Weaver was taking them on a field trip-to the museum! She had warned them to behave, and mind her and the other adults, but, from him at least, she had nothing to worry about. He'd recently turned eleven,--he wasn't a kid anymore. Well, he wasn't a man yet, but almost.

 

******

 

They were walking through the exhibits, and Jimmy thought, 'cool'. Each display was funner than the last! The class had stopped in front of a life sized model of a caveman's house--a cave.

 

 

Caveman Jimmy looked at the sky--it would be dark soon, and he'd better be heading back to his cave. He'd just moved in to a nice neighborhood, with nice neighbors, and nice schools--

 

Wait--these were cavemen--there were no schools. He wished with all his might that was still how it was. Better start over:

 

Caveman Jimmy was heading home after a long day of hunting for food.

 

He thought, "How did people survive without a drive-through restaurant? Fast food meant a quick animal back then!" He pictured a cheeseburger with legs, and grinned.

 

He'd had no luck, and at the thought of the nothing he had back at the cave, his stomach growled in protest.

Jimmy didn't have to pretend he was hungry, he was powerful  hungry! So, he turned around a ran towards his house.

 

 

 

 

 

 


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