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file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htmLouis said nothing, only stood looking at the pet graves with his hands in his pockets.“Ground’s stony,” Jud repeated. “Couldn’t plant nothing here but corpses anyway, I guess.”Across the way, Gage began to cry thinly, and Rachel brought him over, toting him oà her hip. “He’shungry,” she said. “I think we ought to go back, Lou.” Please, okay? her eyes asked.“Sure,” he said. He shouldered the Gerrypack again and turned around so Rachel could pop Gage in.“Ellie! Hey Ellie, where are you?”“There she is,” Rachel said and pointed toward the blowdown. Ellie was climbing as if the blowdownwas a bastard cousin to the monkeybars at school. -“Oh, honey, you want to come dawn off there!” Jud called over, alarmed. “You stick your foot in thewrong hole and those old trees shift, you’ll break your ankle.”Ellie jumped down. “Ow!” she cried and came toward them, rubbing her hip. The skin wasn’t broken,but a stiff dead branch had torn her slacks.“You see what I mean,” Jud said, ruffling her hair. “Old blowdown like this, even someone wise aboutthe woods won’t try to climb over it if he can go around. Trees that all fall down in a pile get mean.They’ll bite you if they can.”“Really?” Ellie asked. “Really. They’re piled up like straws, you see. And if you was to step on the rightone, they might all come down in an avalanche.”Ellie looked at Louis. “Is that true, Daddy?” -“I think so, hon.”“Yuck!” She looked back at the blowdown and yelled:“You tore my pants, you cruddy trees!”All three of the grown-ups laughed. The blowdown did not. It merely sat whitening in the sun as it haddone for decades. To Louis it looked like the skeletal remains of some long-dead monster, somethingslain by a parfait good and gentil knight, perchance. A dragon’s bones, left here in a giant cairn.It occurred to him even then that there was something too Convenient about that blowdown and the wayit stood between the pet cemetery and the depths of woods beyond, woods which Jud Crandall latersometimes referred to absently as “the Indian woods.” Its very randomness seemed too artful, too perfectfile:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Ste...%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (29 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:49 PM