Red's Rules

The following information has been derived from my own imagination.

I expect you the reader to be critical and provide input to me, an individual seeking a hobby in writing fiction.
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Louise resides to the East of the Man-Boy's property line. Randal G. Marcum owns the more valuable land in the West, where the sun often sets over the bald ridge top. In many instances, the sun languishes in the clouds and there is no distinction between day or night.

Following the death of "Daddy", Eugene tried to record everything that his father had taught him. These memories became strict regulations in his life that he would attempt to know but not necessarily understand:

1. "Tie your boots properly"

2. "Don't hit yourself, son"

3. "Wake-up at the crack of dawn"

Eugene would wake up at dawn, eat breakfast, and eventually fall back into his warm bed an hour later.

One bright morning he closed his eyes while he snuggled his poor head into the dirt-filled pillow.

In the year of 1990 he was fifteen years old, when his father woke him before school.

"Son, I need to speak to you", his father stated in a stern manner.

Eugene merely nodded his head and peered out the bedroom window and into the Autumn air. "Do you understand that we are living in the midst of a historical moment," the older man stated with an intensity in his eyes.

"No Sir," Eugene responded in a confused tone.

As you may know, Mr. Earl J. Dingess had never missed a single moment of a Cincinnati Reds game in the previous 17 years. The sad part was, the family did not have cable television and he had used his imagination and the radio to watch these games. During this year, by way of a heavenly miracle, the Reds had won their pinnate race and was rolling into the world series.

Many of the fans believed that it was divine intervention but nonetheless, Earl had been placed into a sore situation by God. He needed to watch those ball-games and he had no access or opportunity.

"Son," Earl continued, "it is my duty as loyal fan to the Big-Red Machine that we watch those games, you see."

The man went on to explain that he had pondered this problem for many hours but there was only one solution, "Randal G. Marcum will provide," he explained.

The following morning the boy and his father awoke at 2:37 A.M. and immediately walked through the backdoor at 2:38 A.M. Eugene's heart raced a thousand miles an hour and he grinned during the upward march through the holler. The two strong-men carried the eighteen foot ladder across the weeds, rocks, and sapplings.

Once they arrived at the edge of the bald knob, they sucked for air like a newborn. The place where they stood was holy.

Eugene suddenly realized that his fingertips were numb from grappling the ladder across the holler. His father in his opposing hand held the white bucket with tools, including a red hammer and U-shaped nails.

The two men walked to the Alien structure that was tent-like in design but it stood thirty feet in the sky. They could have walked below the red saucer but instead their eyes were focused upwards.

"That thang is EEEnormus," Eugene state in awe.

"Why would someone waste that much lumber on a dang deerstand," his father replied.

"I hear that there is a water-bed inside."

The building held a suffering spirit that smiled and sneered at the men on the ground, as he chewed on LIFE cereal. The large raccoon viewed them with hatred that is rarely observed in this world.