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  “The raw materials come from the land, the farms, the manufacturing plants, the shops. Then, all the merchandise goes to Colfax, first. After the Colfaxians consume every piece of merchandise, there’s nothing left for anyone else.”

  I shake my curls. “That doesn’t make any sense, Buffo. If the shop owner was given money then the merchandise could be produced, that’s economy flow of goods and services.”

  Buffo growls. “Except, the shop owner can’t afford to make any more pieces of goods, without the raw materials from the farms and the factories. The shop owner is forced to sale, only, to the Colfaxians, at a reduced rate. Because, the Colfaxians are poorly paid for their working services, then the shop owner is poorly paid for their goods, and then the raw materials is, only, sold to the shop owners. That’s a dictatorship, Ketona. Establishment dictates who gets what, when, how many, and how much.”

  “You’re wrong, Buffo.”

  “Then, explain to me, why the ordered and paid in advance fancy dresses didn’t come to my nieces, here, in Burrville. The farmers got money, lots of money.” Buffo laughs. “They got so much money, that it’s hidden under the wooden planks in their houses.”

  I giggle. “You’re so silly and dramatic. There is a simple explanation, Buffo. The dresses were not available and then the money was refunded to your family members.”

  Buffo studies the lights of Colfax. “Naw, the money was kept and replaced with a larger shipment of seedlings, or equipment pieces, or another staple that farm doesn’t grow…”

  I gasp. “The money was kept and the merchandise was substituted. Then, someone is…”

  “…playing a mind game, like the Cubby Hole. The Cubby Hole is nothing but a deterrent, keeping the populous in place and away from the beautiful people, living in Colfax. A teen shouldn’t be judged, exclusively, on one single question, regarding his abilities. A teen could be talented in other ways with numerous other gifts, like drawing a picture, or painting a portrait, or singing a song, or making a quilt, or cooking a meal, or cuddling a baby. Who is the authority figure, deciding that your life is, only, a crop farmer, or a dookie work, or a me-chee designer?”

  I nod, stomping my foot. “We should complain. We should go to the mayor and point out the flaw of the economics. She’s in charge of Colfax. She approves all the flowing merchandise between the outer townships. The mayor has the authority to change the flaws in the shipment lanes.” I nod. “Yes, she could aid and assist the outer townships. I am most certain of my plan and my presentation. We should meet with her, immediately.”

  Buffo grins then snorts. “Yeah, that’s an excellent plan, Ketona. But, how do we escape from the barrier wall between us and Colfax?” He slams the wall, again, with his fists. “This is an electromagnetic field around each township or rather it is around the posh city limits of Colfax, keeping us out, forever.”

  I gasp, missing that obviously scientific fact. I clear my throat. “We could call her.”

  Buffo frowns at Ketona. “Do you know the mayor’s cell number?”

  “I know of her daughter Nephella. We could call her daughter.”

  “Do ya know the mayor’s daughter’s cell number, Ketona?”

  I shake my curls, viewing the soil. Now, I understand my mama concerns. I’m trapped inside Burrville, without a cell, or a chance of communication with my family or any other person, living within Colfax. I exhale, holding back my tears, too. I have realized, too late, that it doesn’t matter, if you had studied your entire life with text books, math equations, and chemical formulas, if you can’t get a fancy dress for your thirteen birthday party. I feel sadly depressed for all the Burrvillians, too.

  Buffo hugs Ketona. “I sorry. Thanks for listening to my complaint. There’s nothing that can be done, short of a rebellion. Let’s go back home! We have work tomorrow.”

  I nod, hugging him.

  Buffo assists her with the flier than loads the flier onto his body.

  We fly back to my house, storing the fliers inside the garage for tomorrow’s work.

  Buffo hugs Ketona then kisses her. He pulls back, walking towards the front door of her house. “Good night, sweetheart! I love you, Ketona.”

  I hug and kiss him, too. I pull back, grinning. “Sweet dreams, darling. I love you, too.”

  Buffo swings around, walking with his face into his chest. He views the manicured grass then disappears into the house.

  Chapter 4

  8:03 pm. My farm house. Front porch

  I exhale with worry, watching his back muscles then pivot and enter my house.

  The house is three stories of crowded junk stuff, both used and broken merchandise. It is the storage house, containing used furniture and used merchandise, since nothing is wasted on a farm.

  I slowly walk into the kitchen, sitting at the bar, grabbing the cookie.

  Buffo’s grandmother cooks and bakes all the food meals for the entire family. She spends from sunrise to sundown, inside her modern day kitchen, with the clean gleaming appliances. She had baked numerous desserts for the evening meal and then left basketfuls of food, inside my house.

  I chew the cookie, dropping the crumbs over the bar counter. I frown with depression for Buffo. He’s worried about his family and mad with the Establishment, inside Colfax.

  I feel angry and surprise with the Establishment, too. Since, I’m permanently living in Burrville for the rest of my life, also. Because, I passed into the gold color tone, correctly answered the most difficult question, and then selected a farmer, as my dream job.

  So, here, I am with Buffo.

  I frown with sadness for the young girls. They will not have a happy birthday party, because their mamas could not get the fabric needed to make them a dress for their individual birthday party, which is the highlight of any party event, especially for a girl.

  I had a big birthday party, every single year, with lots of presents, a fancy ruffled dress, and a big cake with flowers.

  “Yeah, I big deal, too. I want that, too, for the young girls. They’re going to be thirteen, a teenager…”

  I stand, walking to the refrigerator. I open the door, grabbing the milk. You always eat cookies with a glass of milk. I grab a glass, pouring the milk then drink, standing and pondering my mental thoughts and tender feelings.

  I frown with more sadness for Buffo, whispering for my eardrums, only. Since, I do not believe there are any ghosts, living inside the old house with me. “He thinks about Jara and Hatch, permanently residing inside Dookie Town, too. I sorta think about them, too. I should do something. But, what is the something, that I should do? I know, the what. The what, it is the numerous pretty colored electromagnetic fields around the farmlands, and the shops, and the sewer plant, and the other townships. Wonder if, there were no more e-fields around the farms and the shops and the sewer plant.”

  If I had my cell, then I could come up with an answer, or a solution, or a something, but I couldn’t take any of my personal possessions with me into Burrville, only my cat suit and boots. I had to leave my clothes and my cowgirl boots, and my cell. I exhale with depression.

  Then, I snap my fingers, giggling.

  I stomp around the big house into the different unexplored and mysterious rooms.

  I smile, standing in the archway of the library. There are millions of books, along the book shelves. I dash to wall, looking for the book. Then, I find the letter ‘E’ within the shelf of hard copies manual of the encyclopedias.

  I pull the book, back stepping into the lonely chair. I sit, flipping through the pages, finding electromagnetic fields. I exhale then read out loud. “An electric field or e-field is an invisible spot of energy,” I drop the book, staring at the far wall. “Hmm! Why can I see the e-fields? Radiation. The electromagnetic field is radiated. Not good! Nope, it is very bad.”

  I touched the barrier wall, during the Cubby Hole trials and tribulations, except I was wearing a body hugging electromagnetic field, too, my cat suit. So, I wasn’t harmed.


  So, I can’t touch the e-field.

  I frown with confusion then read the book. “An e-field pushes the electrons through the air, like water being pushed through a pipe. Power lines, wiring, and electrical appliances produce extremely low frequency wave of current. Yikes. That’s live electricity, folks. Electric fields are shielded or weakened by a wall, a set of walls, or other objects.” I gasp. “An e-field is weakened by an object. That’s good to know, except, an object is going to get burned with the radiation ions, even Marsilla knows that. What object is safe from radiation? Magnetic field can pass through objects, like buildings, living things, and any other materials. A m-field passes through any objects. In physics, magnetism is a force that attracts, or pulls closer. It repels, or pushes away objects that have a magnetic material. A magnetic field is charged by a magnet. Duh! A monkey can figure out that one. Well, I guess Marsilla couldn’t, without studying her chemical textbook.” I giggle. “A magnet can make an object move, without touching it.” I nod and smile. “This is the answer to my problem with the e-fields. I can’t touch the e-field with the flowing live electricity. However, I can use a magnet to scatter the charged electrons within the e-field all over the space. I’m a genius. Thank ya’ll, very much! I accept that earned title. A magnet. I need a magnet.” I jump, dropping the book to the floor.

  I run down the hallway. “Where are some magnets, inside the house? Maggie, where are you hiding?” I enter the living room, scanning the furniture. “Maggie, come here, girl!” I giggle. “Use your brain, Ketona. Think, slowly! What household appliances have a batch of magnets?” I snap my fingers then run towards the refrigerator.

  I giggle, seeing a dozen colorful covers, attached with a tiny magnet behind the drawing.

  I snatch the magnets, examining the dimension: round, small, and black. I nod, giggling. “Okay, I need to test my working scientific theory. I know. I’ll go to the barrier wall and test it. Yeah, test it.” I view the wall clock.

  The time read 8:11 pm.

  I giggle, walking out the door towards the garage.

  I gear up, wearing the flier. I press the button, starting the air fans.

  I soar into the air, without any fear of discovery. One, the flier is silent, like me. Two, the flier kicks up orange dust, disguising me. Three, everyone is asleep, but me.

  I fly over the crop field towards my tractor in a northeasterly direction.

  8:43 pm. Buffo’s grandparents’ farm and the northeastern orange colored barrier wall corner

  I land on the soil, gently placing the flier on the soil. If I damage the equipment, then I get to walk back home over four plus miles.

  I exhale, surveying the barrier wall. It glows in orange electromagnetic charged ions. I raise the set of magnets, six. I decide to test with only one. I drop the magnets into the soil then prance to the wall, smiling.

  I two step, scooting between the tractor and the wall corner for my secret science experiment. And, I don’t want anyone else, accidentally, discovering my secret experiment, either. If Buffo is correct, and he is, then the Establishment might get curious about a punched hole, within the barrier field, if my working theory is correct, and it is.

  I giggle with overconfident. I kneel, pressing the rounded tip into the wall.

  The wall sparks in orange and yellow colors, sucking up the tiny magnet, first. Second, it clearly opens up a tiny hole between the ions of the e-field, scattering the ions. Third, the e-field ions touch then sting with a burning pain on both my thumb and my index finger pads. I swiftly jerk my hand from the wall.

  The tiny refrigerator magnet becomes engulfed inside the wall. Then, the wall sucks up the tiny dimension, spitting out on the other side, when the planet gravity jerks it out and then down towards the grass. The magnet falls on the other side of the orange barrier wall into the thicket of forest.

  I frown with confusion at the tiny hole, slowly closing. I see green forest of trees and grass. “I wonder who lives out there. Colfaxians are not the only humans on the planet. There are about two billion other folks living here, or behind the orange barrier wall. Okay, this theory works. I just need a bigger magnet, like a hammer with a handle, or an arrow with a tip, or a longer magnet, enduring the scattered ions bombardment for a few minutes. Then, what?” I exhale. “I will figure out the ‘then what,’ later.”

  I stand, walking to the flier. I load the equipment onto my back then press the button.

  I fly, pondering. “What other objects contains a set of bigger magnets, inside the house? I can’t use the cute set of decorative refrigerator magnets. They’re too small, getting sucked in and out of the wall. I need a great big one then my theory will work.”

  9:03 pm. My farm house

  I land near the garage side, hiding both me and the flier from any naked eyeballs, not sleeping inside their beds.

  I enter in the rear door of my house, stomping down the hallway. I stop inside each archway, scanning for appliances and object that use a magnet.

  I gasp. “The stereo speakers, yes.” I waltz to the stereo, ripping off the face plate of the two speakers. I see the object. “Yes, there are magnets, inside the speakers of the stereo. The speaker houses a paper diaphragm with wire coiling. When electricity hits the paper diaphragm the magnet inside the metal frame door of the stereo makes the paper diaphragm vibrate in and out. The vibration produces all the sweet music notes within your eardrums. No problem, either. I got a big wall of charged ions for you, darling.” I giggle and rip off the plastic door, revealing a very small magnet. I grab it then swing towards the door. I examine the small magnet. “I need bigger magnets.”

  I stomp out the room then down the next archway, scanning the room. “Nothing, here!” I exit then stomp down the hallway. I gasp. “The vacuum cleaner, yeah, man! It has an electric motor ran by magnets.” I rip off the lid. “The wire coils produce repulsive forces with electricity. Yeah, the entire motor is a big huge magnet with shifting parts. I can’t use this, unless I smash into the e-field. That could create some serious trouble for me.” I slap the lid over the vacuum cleaner then stand.

  I run out the room and down the hallway.

  I stand stop inside the new room, gasping. “A choo-choo train set. The cars are connected to the toy train set by numerous magnet couplers. Yeah, boy!” I rip off the cars then collect the physical couplers.

  I back step out the room then trot down the hallway with my new gifts.

  I enter the kitchen, placing my new loot beside the other small pieces of magnets. “I have magnets, small and numerous. I can’t weld them together. Magnets attract to other magnets.” I slap them together, building a long chain-like magnet line. “But, when I touch the wall with the first magnet of my home-made chain, the power of the something is going to break the chain into numerous tiny parts.” I exhale, grabbing another cookie. I chew and ponder my problem. “I have the magnets. I need a long, longer magnet, about equal to a broom handle or more...”

  I stand, walking to the refrigerator. I open the door then grab the milk bottle. I drink from the bottle, not bothering with dirtying another clean glass. I have to clean my own dirty dishes, too. I replace the cool bottle of milk into the refrigerator then slam the door. I pivot then sit on the stool. “What else has a magnet, a long magnet? Think, Ketona!” I grab another cookie, chewing. “I don’t know. I’m out of ideas. Magnets are both visible and invisible. I found the visible ones, the cute door decorations. I, also, found some of the invisible ones inside motors, speakers, latches, and other devices. What other device houses a magnet? I know. Telephones have magnets, too small for my purpose. Washing machines have a set of magnets, too, which will be built into the motor, like the vacuum cleaner equipment.”

  I exhale, wiping my dirty hands on my clothes with the chocolate goo from the cookie then stand. I walk to the refrigerator, opening the door.

  I grab the milk bottle then chug the rest of cold milk. I frown then burp, giggling. I spin around, walking then toss the empty
milk bottle into the recycle bind near the rear door.

  I stand, scanning the kitchen. “What else houses a magnet?” I toss my head back, exhaling with frustration and empty thoughts. “My theory is good. I need a great big longer magnet.” I giggle. “Then, I can walk through the wall.”

  I frown with annoyance, forgetting to close the refrigerator door. I walk to the refrigerator door then stand, hiking my kneecap into my chest then slam the door shut.

  The refrigerator kinda shimmies side to side in pain.

  I frown with concern. “I really didn’t mean to hit ya, so hard, baby. I’m strong or stupid. Pick one, Ketona?” I giggle and walk to the injured refrigerator then jerk on the handle.

  The door sticks, good.

  I exhale, frowning with annoyance. “Dang! I forced the magnetic door seal into shock,” I gasp. “The magnetic door seal,” I bounce and giggle, clapping. “A refrigerator stays closed with a magnetic door seal along the edge.” I giggle, jerking open the door. I squat, examining the rubberized magnetic seal. “Yo, babe! This is it. The rubber is a single long piece of black magnetic.” I giggle, standing then whip out my girly pen knife.

  Every southern belle carries a girly pen knife for such emergencies, since a beau, sometimes, is not needed.

  I open the blade, holding in the air. I see the blade gleam from the artificial overhead lights. I view the magnetic door seal. I cut at the top of the seal and then at the bottom of the seal.

  The magnetic nicely falls into my open palm.

  I slap the blade, using my leg, back into its metal pouch and then back into my pocket. Then, I giggle and dance around with the magnetic strip. I prance to the bar stool, hitting with my leg.

  The bar stool slams into the wandering refrigerator door, keeping it shut with coldness of my food stuff.

  I giggle and exit the house with my prize.