The barn was dark, especially since Tommy and Adam had walked into it from a noonday sun. So they could hardly see a thing as Tommy tripped over something. Adam was behind him and was witness to the sudden trip and less than graceful fall. Tommy hit the barn floor with a hollow, echoing thud.
No sooner did he land on the ground, than he was back on my feet. Tommy swore a blue streak as he bent over to pick his hat up off the planking.
Adam was laughing at him as he said, “Did you have a good trip last fall?”
Tommy grew red in the face and madder by the moment. Suddenly he kicked out at the unseen object that had injured his pride.
“Owe!” Tommy screamed as he dropped to the floor holding his right foot.
Whatever he had kicked, it was solid as a rock. He started swearing even louder as Adam laughed even harder. After a couple of minutes Tommy stood up and limped across the barn floor to his Grandpa’s workbench. His right foot was on fire and he was thinking the worst, that he had broken his foot.
Tommy fumbled around in the darkness for the cool feel of the hurricane lamps’ glass chimney. He struck a match and lit it, then hobbled his way back over to the place where Adam was still standing.
The light threw shadows the full length of the barn and made Adam look taller than he already was. He had both hands on his sides. He had laughed so hard they hurt. Tommy looked down to see what it was that he had tripped over and what he may have broken his toes on. It was a dull mass of steel, flat on top with a cone shaped point at one end. It was Grandpa’s anvil that Tommy had kicked.
Adam busted out laughing again and he dropped to his knees. He had tears in his eyes he was laughing so hard. Tommy was angry again.
“What’s so funny?” He hissed at the fool rolling on the barn floor howling like a lonesome coyote. “It isn’t funny,” he shouted “I think I broke my foot!”
Adam continued to laugh.
He turned and hobbled over to the workbench, blew out the lantern and headed for the door.
“Isn’t funny,” Tommy announced, “I’m hurt.”
Adam looked at him with this crooked little grin. The one he gets when he’s getting ready to say something smart aleck, then he smiled. “Tommy if you think that hurt, jus’ wait till you kick the bucket.”
With that Tommy left Adam lying on the barn floor laughing his darn fool head off. He had to go get his foot examined, and then he thought to himself, “Maybe I ought to get my head examined too.”