I mean knee. Mr Wing made lists of tricky words for me. One of them was words with x at the start like xplain—witch you dont spell that way but I sometimes do. An other list was words with letters you dont say. Knee was on that list along with knit and know. And there were lots of w words. I still get mixed up. I dont rite knee very much. I mean write. I am sitting on the ice with my leg in the water. I try to pull my leg out but the hole is the wrong shape and I cant.
Wrong is another tricky word. Sometimes I get it and sometimes I dont. Wrong and write. I try again, standing up so I can pull harder. My foot wont fit.
I watched a movy about survival and it was pretty scary. This plane went down in the mountains and it was winter outside and it got gross. Spencer was with me in the living room and he kept talking about camera angles and how great this shot was and all the time I was thinking that these guys were eating each other. Ew.
There is nobody for me to eat out here on the ice but I have to get out of the water fast. And then I have to get warm. The movy made that clear.
I wish I was in the living room with Spencer now. I wuld let him watch whatever he wanted. I wuld even make him a sandwich witch I dont normally do.
The ice is thicker than a thick book. The hole is cut rite thru it. Somebody must of done that witch means that they stopped here and needed water so they culd fish or drink or I dont know. Whatever you use water for. Probly not to have a bath. People were here. Maybe the hamburger eater was here.
Hello! I shout. It is the first thing I have said in a while.
Help! I shout. The wind takes my voice away.
Overhead is the bitten out moon and more stars than I have ever seen. I find the pail with Orvils special star somewhere in it but I dont care about north rite now. I want to get out.
I hop around the hole slowly trying to get my foot in the same shape as when it fit in. Trying not to worry about my shivers and my foot feeling num. There! No not quite. Then the ice makes that booming sound and the hole shifts a bit and my skate pops out.
I’m okay! What a relief.
All this time I am looking down at the ice and my skate. I am consentrating—I think that is it. Paying attention. So when my foot is free and I look up and see the wolf rite there beside me I am surprised. I did not know it was there.