There was no stopping him, that was for sure. The Shotgun had done its job.
She still had plenty of time to stop the tower, though!
Angie
let out a yelp as it wobbled to the left. She took the chance and
rushed the tower, pressing her body against the side. It wouldn’t do
much, since the tower began to wobble in the complete opposite
direction.“Ohh no.”
“Eek!”
The Repairman turned, satisfied that the glass was supported, to see that the wooden tower was about ready to topple! No, he couldn’t have this happen! He had to help out somehow!
He dashed over to the other side, and pulled out a trampoline. That should soften the impact, right?
He kept beaming about this stroke of genius, apparently oblivious to the fact that the wooden frames simply bounced up into the air…
Landing right on top of the Repairman, making a huge cacophony of clatters and slams, and kicking dust up everywhere.
When it all settled, the Repairman burst out of the top part of the newly formed pile, and not only was his vision still shaky and pulsating with colors, but now he was seeing double as his eyes spun around.
Suddenly, he whipped out an ordinary wooden pop gun and pointed it a few feet to the right of Aggie.
“IKNOWTHEREWASONLYONEAGGIE,” he shouted, hands shaking as he glared at what his caffeine-and-concussion-addled mind thought was two of the coyote. “WHICHONEISTHEREALREALREALONE?!”
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