“None of this lip, young lady! Why I oughtta call the cops on you! Trespassin’ in my field! Kids these days!” The farmer scowls at both of them, but his anger becomes…
*The farmer grumbles something under his breath then looks them both up and down one more time*
“Y’all best start runnin’ quick as you can. If you ain’t off my property in 30 seconds, I’m callin’ the cops,” he said, cracking his knuckles.
Kansas took one look at Nebraska and, suddenly fearing for his life, took off running down the road.
It wasn’t until they’d crossed over the property line that he realized that the shirt that Nebraska had given him had fallen off from around his waist and was probably now lying somewhere on the side of the farmer’s dirt road.
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