wheelbarrow.
      It’s
      in
      the
      tool
      shed."
     
     
      "Sure,
      sure,
      I'll
      be
      right
      back."
      _
     
    
   
   
    
     
      ]
      was
      a
      bit
      worried
      about
      what
      the
      dog
      would
      do
     
     
      when
      it
      regained
      consciousness,
      so
      after
      I
      had
      the
     
     
      bandage
      in
      place,
      I
      stood
      well
      back
      and
      waited.
     
     
      Then
      I
      remembered
      the
      gun
      and
      wondered
      what
      I
     
     
      should
      do
      with
      it.
      Finally
      I
      picked
      it
      up
      and
      put
      it
     
     
      in
      my
      coat
      pocket.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      "What’s
      your
      name?"
      I
      said
      to
      the
      man
      when
      he
     
     
      returned
      with
      the
      wheelbarrow.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      "Spooky",
      he
      replied.
      "And
      the
      dog’s
      name
      is
      Jack.
     
     
      He
      can’t
      talk
      though.
      Only
      I
      can
      talk."
     
    
   
   
    
     
      "|
      see.
      Well,
      let’s
      get
      Jack
      into
      the
      wheelbarrow
     
     
      and
      take
      him
      down
      to
      my
      cottage."
     
    
   
   
    
     
      After
      we
      had
      lifted
      the
      dog
      into
      the
      wheel
      barrow,
     
     
      I
      began
      pushing
      it
      down
      the
      path.
      That’s
      when
     
     
      Spooky
      said,
      "Whose
      the
      man
      with
      the
      machine
     
     
      gun?
      Do
      you
      know
      him?"
     
    
   
   
    
     
      "Wet
      man
      with
      the
      machine
      gun?"
      I
      said,
      coming
     
     
      to
      a
      halt.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      "There’s
      a
      man
      with
      a
      machine
      gun
      coming
      up
      the
     
     
      path.
      Look."
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      man
      with
      the
      machine
      gun
      and
      I
      noticed
      each
     
     
      other
      at
      approximately
      the
      same
      time.
      He
      lifted
      his
     
     
      gun
      and
      began
      firing
      in
      our
      direction.
      Spooky
     
     
      turned
      and
      disappeared
      into
      the
      bush.
      I-couldn’t
     
     
      leave
      since
      I
      had
      the
      wheelbarrow
      to
      push.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      "Oh
      Jack,
      we’re
      in
      trouble,
      Jack,”
      I
      muttered
      as
      I
     
     
      pushed
      the
      wheelbarrow
      back
      in
      the
      direction
      of
      the
     
     
      lake.
      Then,
      I
      felt
      a
      sharp
      pain
      in
      my
      leg
      and
     
     
      collapsed.
      "I’ve
      been
      shot
      Jack.
      Damn
      it,
      I’ve
      been
     
     
      shot!"
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I
      lay
      there,
      waiting
      for
      the
      man
      with
      the
      machine
     
     
      gun
      to
      come
      and
      finish
      me
      off.
      But
      the
      shooting
     
     
      Stopped,
      and
      I
      didn’t
      hear
      anything
      for
      a
      few
     
     
      moments.
      Then
      I
      heard
      a
      voice:
     
    

    
     
      "I'm
      sorry.
      I
      really
      didn’t
      want
      to
      shoot
      anybody.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I
      just
      wanted
      to
      scare
      you
      away.
      I’m
      a
      first
      aider.
     
     
      Let
      me
      take
      a
      look
      at
      that
      leg.
      Hey
      what
      happened
     
     
      to
      the
      dog?"
     
    
   
   
    
     
      "I
      hit
      it
      over
      the
      head
      with
      a_-rock."
     
    

    
     
      "On
      purpose?"
     
    

    
     
      "Yes,
      it
      was
      attacking
      me.
      What’s
      your
      problem
     
     
      anyways?
      What
      are
      you
      so
      upset
      about
      that
      you’d
     
     
      go
      round
      shooting
      at
      people
      with
      a
      machine
      gun?"
     
     
      "[’m
      just
      depressed,"
      said
      the
      man
      as
      he
      attended
      to
     
     
      my
      leg.
      "I
      get
      dangerous
      when
      I’m
      depressed.
      But
     
     
      I
      guess
      what
      it
      all
      comes
      down
      to
      is
      that
      I
      just
      need
     
    
   
   
    
     
      someone
      to
      talk
      to."
     
    
   
   
    
     
      "What
      is
      your
      name?"
      _,
     
    
   
   
    
     
      "Fred."
     
    
   
   
    
     
      "Well,
      Fred,"
      I
      said
      pulling
      out
      Spooky’s
      gun.
      "’m
     
     
      also
      depressed
      and
      need
      someone
      to
      talk
      to."
     
    
   
   
    
     
      And
      I
      put
      the
      gun
      to
      his
      head
      and
      pulled
      the
     
     
      trigger.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      -Peter
      Ewart
     
    
   
   
    
     
      During
      the
      early
      morning
      light,
     
    

    
     
      you
      see
      yourself
      in
      flight.
     
    

    
     
      Forward
      through
      the
      paths
      of
      dawn
      you
      travel,
     
     
      down
      an
      eternal
      road
     
    

    
     
      toward
      endless
      fields
      of
      gold.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      You
      see
      with
      your
      eyes
     
    

    
     
      the
      dying
      light
      of
      stars.
     
    

    
     
      You
      smell
      with
      flared
      nostrils
     
     
      the
      softness
      of
      fresh-fallen
      dew.
     
     
      You
      hear
      with
      your
      cars
     
    

    
     
      the
      land
      is
      alive.
     
    

    
     
      But
      you
      ride
      onward.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      A
      new
      sun
      has
      lifted
     
    

    
     
      from
      the
      depths
      of
      the
      night.
     
     
      A
      new
      day
      is
      dawning
     
    

    
     
      with
      this
      shining
      light.
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      UPEI
      X-Press
     
    
   
   
    
     
      November
      22,
      1990
     
    
   
   
    
     
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