Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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THE DEER THIEVfiS 9 Toby Nelson had always wanted to go deer hunting, and the first time he went he got his deer. He was only twelve years old at the time. Toby was a young boy with very kind oarents and they had promised him a new deer rifle if he would get a deer. ''Hien Toby shot the deer he was all alone and did not know what to do. After he stuck the deer he ran to the house to get his little riding horse. Where are you going with your horse? shouted his older brother. You know dad said not to take him out when he was gone. I've got a deer, said Toby excitedly, I shot him with my twenty-two. Hal ha! I bet you have,'1 taunted his brother. I'd like to see him. Toby was going into the woods with his horse. He had some stout rooe with him and he intended to tow the deer in. Here I Take these and draw me a Dicture of it, his brother jeered. It's so easy when you have a mode1} my dear boy. His brother had stuck crayons into Toby's nocket and went back into the house laughing. Toby was angry clean through. He yanked a coil of stout rooe from its olace on a s-'ike and gallopped off into the woods. He was pT-noot there when he heard a gun fire. Right in front of him a doe jumped for her last time. Then two men emerged from the woods carefully aid with the o-reatest of caution. Luckly, Toby was hidden before they c;lme out. Leave her here and we'll get that buck down the hill a way,1» Toby heard one of them say. His voice sounded mean and rough, and Toby knew that the man must match the voice, for his every action seomed „o show savagery. Then a thought struck him! Maybe it was his deer! Anyway he would follow them and find out. Toby followed them and it was his deer all right ! Then suddenly he had ulan. It would be dangerous, but he was willing to take the chance. He reached into his Docket and nulled out something, care- fnjgy concealing it in Iv: s nand. He ran toward 'the deer; grabbed onto it - it1 c j i his mignt. The men grabbed him, but he worked out his clan. This duer was carefuliy marked so that no one, unless nc knew Wu ne look, conid tell the difference.

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The rest of the pia-■ was to get away, and he did iv.st oh.at Quickly he sized up the. situation. On hi s left '-as a wangle of nr.der- brush, end a deep ravine behind. Making . Bound he rceched tee ‘avhn and followed It at f op speou to the clump of bashes where he J of4- hie horse, he quickly out distanced the o c.vns oe cause ther hed c ran. When he reached the horse his another ; nd father were ' ack, are | $feey were very angry because ho had taken the horse o'. I. i ’ But., I shot .a deer,’ pleaded Toly. Hal that’s a likely story, said his brother, trying to sound dignified. I bet oven I couldn't have thought of a bettor excuse to go chasing around w i th : m t ho use. Well you can think what you want to, replied Toby curtly. You just wait till the police catch those two thieves with mv deer. Then you'll change your tune. Why; Gracious! Whatever are you talking about? asked his mother with groat surprise. They did! Honest, mom, he said, but I've got everything fixed up. I ■’•topped at the police station and the policemen and forest rangers are after them. 'Boy, you sure can make up some big ones, can't you? remarked ills broi’ or, You shut up eforo I get Ernest, I'll lick you! Toby yell- ed. lore h'bvtf' s no way to talk; but how can the police tell if the doer j.- you’d on somebody else’s? asked bis raotner. • 'h that is arranged too, mother, Toby answered, Everyth ng is. Toby shot hJ s do- ” on a 3a.tu.rday and there wo s no word about it ■rv Sunday. He was a sne bO'r when d' go’ v; I'onday morning to go to school He would bo hone a. :.y a-d v. onld bear no ;hirg from tho icarchiag party. lei ■ f :, his ruLnor v. d 2ore 01' t.11 toys thought it cr.c .puts a joke . no wore continually pestering him, Ye .wu greeted with many suL.es when he care home that, night, ive.’yor c kept in a a sting that he look in the wood shed. The: j we s hi a deer. It was all dressed and the head was lying on '■he floor beside jt. Tnorc he is, laughed the police commissioner as he stepped from behind the potato bin, 'safe and sound. What ever made you think of such a way to mark it, and why would you want to carry crayons in the woods? asked tho commissioner.