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Created on: August 29, 2008
Three Boys and The Wog's Treasure
"How far is this secret place of yours back in here," asked Arlo Murphy as he huffed and puffed all the while trying to keep up with his buddies Tommy Goodloe and Eddie Spriggs.
"Just a ways more," answered Tommy as he led the way back through the heavy brush and briars.
"I hope so," added Eddie, "I m getting tired".
"We are almost there," replied Tommy, "It wouldn't be secret if just anyone could find it. It's just ahead."
The brush suddenly began to thin and the air became a tad cooler. A gurgling sound could be heard from just beyond a stand of large moss-covered rocks. Eddie glanced at Arlo who had a peculiar look on his face. Tommy stopped and threw open his arms and turned a circle. In front of him, water bubbled from a crack in the rocks spilling into a large pool.
"Welcome to my secret place," boldly spoke Tommy, "I call it "The Oasis Springhead."
"Cool," both Eddie and Arlo said in unison.
"How did you find this place?" asked Eddie.
"Yeah, how did you? Normally you couldn't find your butt with a full length mirror," added with Arlo with a chuckle.
"Unlike some of the people I know, I don't spending all my time mooning over girls", answered Tommy with his gaze fixed on Eddie, then turning his head toward Arlo, "Or trying to rehabilitate every Tom, Dick, or possum in the woods. I do something you two wouldn't know much about. I read."
"What's he trying to say Eddie?" asked Arlo, "I can read. It is just er I would rather watch the video, that's all."
"Spill the beans, Brainiac," demanded Eddie," Where did you find out about this place?"
They all sat down around the shimmering pool of water. Tommy explained that he had found his great grandfather's journal stored away in some boxes. His great grandpa had found this springhead as a boy. He referred to it as his oasis. Tommy followed his hints to where it was to figure out its location. What was once his great grandpa's oasis was now his. Tommy had always been a follower and never a leader, but here sharing the secret of his oasis; his great grandfather would have been proud. At least, he hoped so.
"Great grandpa said that this used to be a sacred place for the Indians that inhabited these parts," told Tommy.
Tommy explained how his great grandpa was a bit of an Indian historian of sorts. He recorded all he found in the journal. Tommy even told them the story of the "Wog". The Wog was an old Indian legend. It was supposedly a huge hairy man-like creature with glowing red
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