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file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htmseen worse, oh yeah, Pascow, for instance, Pascow was worse, a lot worse— But it did bother him. Hisstomach turned over. The warmbuild of sexual excitement had suddenly deflated. Christ, that bird’s damn near as big as he is. Musthave caught it with its guard down. Way, way down.This would have to be cleaned up. Nobody needed this sort of present on Christmas morning. And it washis responsibility, wasn’t it? Sure was. His and nobody else’s. He had recognized that much in asubconscious way even on the evening of his family's return, when he had purposely spilled the tiresover the tattered body of the mouse Church had killed.The soil of a man’s heart is stonier, Louis.This thought was so clear, somehow so three-dimensional and auditory, that Louis jerked a little, as ifJud had materialized at his shoulder and spoken aloud.A man grows what he can. . . and tends it.Church was still hunched greedily over the dead bird. He was working at the other wing now. There wasa tenebrous rustling sound as Church pulled it back and forth, back and forth. Never get it off theground, Orville. That’s right, Wilbur, fucking bird’s just as dead as dogshit, might as well feed it to thecat, might as well— Louis suddenly kicked Church, kicked him hard. The cat’shindquarters rose and came down splayfooted. It walked away, sparing him another of its ugly yellowgreenglances. “Eat me,” Louis hissed at it, catlike himself.“Louis?” Rachel’s voice came faintly from their bedroom. “Coming to bed?”“Be right there,” he called back. I’ve just got this little mess to clean up, Rachel, okay? Because it’s mymess. He fumbled for the switch that controlled the garage light. He went quickly back to the cupboardunder the kitchen sink and got a green Hefty Bag. He took the bag back into the garage and took theshovel down from its nail on the garage wall. He scraped up the crow and dropped it into the bag. Thenhe shoveled up the severed wing and slipped that in. He tied a knot in the top of the bag and dropped itinto the bin on the far side of the Civic. By the time he had finished, his ankles were growing numb.Church was standing by the garage doorway. Louis made a threatening gesture at the cat with the shovel,and it was gone like black water.Upstairs, Rachel was lying on her bed, wearing nothing but the sapphire on its chain . . . as promised.She smiled at him lazily. “What took you so long, Chief?”“The light over the sink was out,” Louis said. “I changed the bulb.”file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20St...20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (151 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:49 PM