Prof Howdy's Receiving A Challenge!

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Professor Howdy said...

"Oh, No!" he gasped as he surveyed the disaster before him. Never in
his 40 years of life had he seen anything like it. How anyone could have
survived he did not know. He could only hope that somewhere amid the
overwhelming destruction he would find his 13-year-old son. Only the
slim hope of finding Ben kept him from turning and fleeing the scene.
He took a deep breath and proceeded. Walking was virtually impossible
with so many things strewn across his path. He moved ahead slowly.

"Ben! Ben!" he whispered to himself. He tripped and almost fell several
times. He heard someone, or something, move. At least he thought
he did. Perhaps, he was just hoping he did. He shook his head and felt
his gut tighten. He couldn't understand how this could have happened.

There was some light but not enough to see very much. Something cold
and wet brushed against his hand. He jerked it away. In desperation, he
took another step then cried out, "Ben!" From a nearby pile of
material, he heard his son. "Yes, Dad," he said, in a voice so weak it
could hardly be heard. "It's time to get up and get ready for school,"
the man sighed, "and, for heaven's sake, clean up this room."


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