“I’m really, truly sorry. Please hurry.” Carlos looked like he was going to start crying.
“No, it’s okay, I shouldn’t have have said that. All this manure is making me nuts.” Jimmy thought for a moment. “Can you hold onto me with your good arm and wrap your legs around my waist?”
Carlos tried, but he couldn’t get his legs up high enough.
“You’re going to have to bend down so I can get a good hold.”
Jimmy looked down. The gunk was all the way up to his knees. He looked at the side of the pit and gauged the sides to be about seven feet deep.
“You really need me to get down on my knees in manure?”
“We’re lucky. Dad just had it pumped a few weeks ago. It was really deep last week.”
“Please tell me you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to try this stunt if this thing was full!”
Yuri giggled from his perch on the windmill. “Don’t count on it,” he yelled.
Jimmy mumbled something that would’ve gotten his mouth washed out with soap if his mom heard.
“What?” Carlos said.
Jimmy slowly dropped to his knees. Manure inched up to his waist and he started gagging.
“You must not live on a farm or you’d be used to this.” Carlos dripped more manure in Jimmy’s hair as he climbed on his back.
“I can’t. I’m covered in the stuff from when I fell in. You’re gonna get messed up no matter what I try to do!”
Jimmy bit his lip, trying to cause enough pain to stop the gag reflex.
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