The Wally Hole (IQ Testing Book 3) Page 6

  9:21 pm. Buffo’s grandparents farm and the northeastern orange barrier wall corner

  I land the flier then gently plop it into the soft dirt. I run towards the wall then slide into the dirt. My hands shake with anticipation, slapping the tip of the magnetic seal into the wall.

  The wall sucks in the tip and a little more, and then it stops, sucking.

  The magnetic hangs between the dancing ions, like magic, inside the wall. Then, part of wall collapses underneath the hanging magnetic, until the ions reconstitute into another solid wall.

  I gasp with shock.

  The magnetic has scattered the ions far enough that a two-fingered sized hole exists within the wall.

  I giggle, nodding. “I get it. Okay, feed ya some more magnets.”

  I gently pull the magnet cord from the wall, hearing a slurring sound then giggle. Then, I cut the five feet magnetic seal into about equal fourths, based on my eyes and neurons. I gently insert one piece of magnet into the northwest corner of the wall, in front of my kneeling position. Then, I gently insert the second piece of magnet into the southwest corner of the wall.

  The wall corners tumble from the magnet, creating a rectangular opening as the scattered ions flee from the big bad magnet.

  I gasp and clap with my idea and magnet performance.

  I raise the third piece of magnet then position at the northeastern corner of my geometric figure then halt. My heart drops, examining the opening.

  Wonder if, the opening doesn’t reconstitute back into the wall, then there will be a hole in the barrier wall.

  I gasp with shock. I could get into major trouble.

  I exhale with fear. I could get Buffo into serious trouble, being his almost wife.

  I sob with fright. I could get Buffo’s grandfather into extreme trouble with the Establishment, which could mean something, very bad. This is his farm, his tractor, and his portion of the barrier wall, which is not supposed to be touched, or injured, or damaged.

  My hands shake with fear. I gently tug on the first piece of the magnet.

  The magnet falls into my palms, free from the wall.

  However, the hole is still there.

  I gasp with fear. “O no! No!” I hold my hands over the opening, without touching the wall or the opening. “Please, close! Please, close up! Please, close up, now! Okay, I need to remove the second piece of magnet. Yeah!”

  My hands shake with fright. I gently tug on the second piece of magnet.

  The magnet falls into my palms, free from the wall.

  However, the hole is still there.

  I gasp with fear. “I’m in trouble with everyone. I damaged the wall.”

  Then, the opening slowly rolls, without sound, over the emptiness of space. The charged ions rebuild the wall portion then slams with a sizzle into the wall.

  I exhale with relieve then grab my heart from the pretend heart attack. “Okay! The magnet scattered the ions to the side, or rolls them into the wall. I need to do one more experiment, before bed time. I need the hole to be bigger, like life sized for walking a upright person through the space, landing on the other side of the dirt. Yeah, babe!”

  I stand, not being afraid of the wall or the ions, or the magnet. I shove the magnet even with my forehead on the northwestern corner. Then, I shove the second magnet even with my ankles on the southwestern corner.

  The wall nicely bends away from the two magnetic, creating a vertical up and down opening with a rectangular shape.

  I whisper. “I need it bigger than that.”

  I shove a third magnet into the southeastern corner.

  The wall nicely bends away from all three magnets, creating a perfect right 90 degree angle.

  I raise the fourth magnet then hold at the northeastern corner then halt.

  I whisper. “No. I’m afraid the fourth magnetic might modify the ions. Matter is not destroyed, it changes into another form.” I back step, studying the opening.

  I see a perfect right angle, big enough for one person to walk through and stomp into the other side.

  I nod, smiling.

  Chapter 5

  Tuesday

  Burrville

  6:11 am. sunrise. pink sky. green clouds. hot. humidity 95%. 4 mph winds. sunny. 88°F

  I stand inside the cab of my old tractor, seeing through the dirty glass windows. I drop the binoculars then slam the button.

  The wind shield wipers swish back and forth, cleaning the dusty orange soil from the dirty glass windows.

  Then, I spy on the tight commotion, occurring on the opposite side of crop field. The crop field is a flat parsec of land. Therefore, my awesome binoculars sees close-up the lots of bright objects, including the tractor, the golden barrier wall, and the huddle of golden people.

  I giggle with amusement.

  The golden people wear a set of golden clothes, gleaming in the bright sunlight.

  I gasp with shock.

  The huddle of golden people is examining the barrier wall.

  I gasp with worry, dropping my mouth and the binoculars. I swing to the rear barrier wall colored orange. I don’t see any damage or opening. I swing back to the commotion, lifting the binoculars.

  The golden huddle member tosses their arms and fingers at the sky, the wall, and then the tractor.

  I giggle with delight.

  The farmer is explaining that he had tapped the barrier wall with the tractor implementation, because I did the same thing, yesterday, when I parked my tractor, sideways towards the plowed dirt.

  I haven’t started my day’s plowing, since the mysterious huddle of golden clothing showed up, after finishing my light catnap.

  I yawn, wearing the binoculars. I went to bed late, last night, after conducting my scientific experiments, pondering my new applications of an opening inside the wall.

  I gasp with surprise.

  The golden huddle includes the mayor: tall, plump, gray hair. She wears a new suit of golden leather with matching low heels.

  Rincon: short, olive-skin, black-hair shoulder length hair, cat whiskers, slender, bookworm. He stands inside the huddle, wearing a golden leather vest. My heart sinks with sadness and gladness. He was very gentlemanly about losing me to Buffo.

  Nephella: tall, slender, pale skin, black long hair, colorful tattoos, body piercings on ears, nose holes, and eyebrows. She wears her cat suit in gold from the Cubby Hole, a symbol of her continuous defiance.

  Marsilla: petite, pixie brown hair, mint colored skin, slender, smart. She wears a golden jumper and sandals, marking verbal notes on her cell, as usual. She is the tattle-tail of the group.

  Duchie: petite, red hair, pink skin, freckles. She looks cute in her leather thigh boots and short skirt. Her hair is pinned into a bun, losing it, during the blue color tone with the knife whack.

  I grin and nod at my old friends from Colfax. I wish I could some how signal them to see me, but not in the presence of the nasty mayor of Colfax.

  I get a bad vibe that she doesn’t like me.

  I gasp with shock. I wonder why they are here. Then, I realize, the dent into the barrier wall. I exhale.

  Matter is not destroyed. It only changes format.

  I grin and nod. The mayor and her golden children might be visiting with Buffo’s grandfather, since I bounced the tractor against the wall, also.

  I giggle with delight. I will get to see Rincon, Duchie, and Nephella.

  Farmer Brown and his southeastern orange colored barrier wall corner

  The mayor stands in front of the tractor engine. The farmer stands in front of the tractor. The farmer wears his orange colored cowboy hat over his skull, the orange scarf around his throat, and his orange jumpsuit over his body. His orange gloves cover his hands. The man is dressed in orange.

  The orange dust floats and drifts around the nostrils and lips of the other people, wearing the golden clothing.

  The mayor fans her face with her hand, distracting the attacking the orange dust from the plowing farm tractors
around the other farmlands. She stands next to Nephella, Marsilla, Rincon, and Duchie.

  The mayor says. “What has happened here, farmer?”

  The farmer mumbles behind the scarf. “Don’t know.”

  The mayor exhales, fanning the dirt. “We have detected a dent in the barrier wall that is connected to the city of Colfax. So, what has happened here, farmer?”

  The farmer mumbles behind the scarf. “Don’t know.”

  The mayor coughs then says. “Please, remove your scarf. I cannot hear you words, farmer.”

  Rincon chuckles. “He said, don’t know.”

  The farmer mumbles behind the scarf. “Remove it then I cough from the dirt.”

  The mayor exhales with annoyance.

  Marsilla shifts from the line, scooting around the plow of the tractor. She stands in front of the barrier wall of gold, fingering the exact spot of the black circle, being beamed into her necklace cell from the map room inside Colfax. “Right, here! I am standing in exactly the spot, where the dent has occurred in the barrier wall. Why isn’t there a dent here, Mr. Farmer?”

  “What dent?” Rincon chuckles and fist bumps with Duchie.

  The farmer mumbles behind his scarf, staring at the mayor. “Don’t know.”

  Rincon fist bumps with Nephella. “The tractor?”

  The farmer mumbles behind the scarf. “The tractor is here.”

  Rincon extends his hand, smiling. “Good morning, sir! I am Rincon. This is the mayor of Colfax, her daughter Nephella, my co-workers Marsilla and Duchie. And, you are?

  “Farmer Brown.”

  Rincon nods and smiles. “Well, it is nice to meet ya, Farmer Brown! Do you always park your tractor, here?”

  “Right, here!” Farmer Brown mumbles behind the scarf.

  Rincon smiles and nods. “So, you putt-putt your tractor back and forth along the soil then park it, right, here.”

  “Right, here!” The farmer mumbles behind his scarf.

  Rincon back steps, nodding. “I believe the mystery is solved.”

  Marsilla fingers the wall. “There is a dent right, here.”

  Nephella says. “Mama, the tractor bumped the wall. The wall get hurt and then echoed for help. The helpers arrived to find no dent, but dum…”

  “Thank you, daughter for your detailed and amusing explanation. I am impressed,” the mayor fans her face. “We shall leave.”

  “We should verify and confirm the indentation story with another local farm homestead around the dirt, Ms. Mayor.” Marsilla scoots around the tractor, standing and nodding in front of the mayor.

  Rincon punches on Duchie. “I concur with the marvelous idea of Marsilla. We could go to, maybe, the closest one, right around here, too.”

  The mayor exhales, shaking her curls. “No. We shall leave. My nose cannot take any more dust.”

  Nephella giggles then nods. “Yes, that’s an excellent idea, coming from intern Marsilla. Let’s get back into the travel car and talk with one more farmer about the tractor, Mama.”

  Buffo’s grandparents’ farm and the northeastern orange colored barrier wall corner

  The flier lands in front of the tractor.

  I gasp then smile.

  Buffo doesn’t move from his flier.

  I scoot out the cab then stand in front of him.

  He yells through his orange scarf, covering his sweaty face. “We need to leave here and hide.”

  “Hide!?”

  “Get onto your flier and follow me back home to your house. We have to hide, now.”

  I frown inside my scarf then trot to my flier, loading into the chair. I lift then hover in the air, following Buffo.

  My farm house. garage

  I land, sliding off the flier then store it into the garage.

  Buffo grandfather comes out the house, wearing his scarf, too, yelling, not mumbling to the young kids. “We’re getting visitors from the mayor’s office.”

  I giggle, behind the scarf, smiling and bouncing on my boot toes.

  His grandfather mumbles behind the scarf. “I want ya to hide inside the house, until the mayor and her party leaves…”

  “What for?” I sneer and frown behind my scarf. “We’re in our orange farming disguise,” I shake the scarf as dirt flies into the air. “If you’re concerned about me, being seen or heard or talked about then don’t. I’m a big girl. I wanna meet the mayor and her party.”

  Buffo mumbles behind his scarf, wearing his cowboy hat. “She’s right. I don’t know, why the mayor is coming here, to your farm, to visit, but we didn’t do anything wrong, grandfather.”

  Buffo’s grandmother comes out the house, yelling. “The mayor and her party are entering the through the gates. What are we going to do with the girls and the others?” She eyeballs at Ketona.

  I grab Buffo’s hand, smiling and swinging his arm. “We’re going to meet them on the front porch, like social folks. They’re visiting, here, for some reason. So, we need to find out the reason then they’ll leave. That’s all. That’s it. Everyone settle down. Ya act, like this is the first time that the mayor has visited, here.”

  Buffo’s grandfather mumbles behind the scarf. “It is...”

  I drag Buffo around the corner of the house, since I’m covered in orange dust, too. I don’t want to mess up the interior of the main house.

  Farm house of Buffo’s grandparents. Front porch

  I stand on the front porch with Buffo beside me.

  Buffo’s grandparents and some of the other family members stand in a crooked line on the front porch next to Buffo.

  The mayor and her party rides inside a travel car. The car is made of solid shiny silver tone metal of nickel, without windows. The car roughly rolls over the dirt with a set of powerful engine, stirring up more orange dust and black smoke in the air waves.

  I giggle at the sight.

  The hatch flips upright on one side.

  The mayor exits, first. She fans her sweaty face with her hand.

  Marsilla stumbles from the hatchway, dashing and walking beside the mayor. Nephella exits the car, standing and smiling at the sunshine. Rincon and Duchie dash from the car, running towards the front porch.

  I smile behind the scarf, feeling excitement at seeing my old friends from the Cubby Hole.

  The mayor stands in the sunshine below the shaded front porch, daring not to enter the homestead. She says. “I am the mayor of Colfax. I want to know why you dent,” she exhales, fanning her face. “Rincon, please address the proper questions towards the farmers for me. Thank you.”

  Rincon and Duchie move closer to the front porch. He says. “Good morning, I am Rincon. I am, so happy, to be here at your homestead. We were wondering, if you parked your tractor, along the barrier wall, and, if so, if you, sometimes, accidentally, whacked the barrier wall. And, if you did happen to whack the barrier wall, do you perform this action, often?”

  Buffo’s grandfather mumbles behind the scarf. “What?”

  I giggle, studying both Rincon and Duchie. I clear my throat, very loudly, drawing all eyeballs on me. “Matter is not destroyed; it is modified into a different format. If one of the tractor plows, accidentally, whacks the barrier wall, it be fine, ya’ll. No hurt. No harm. No alarm. Thank ya’ll, kindly.” I nod, wiggling my hips, causing the dust to flutter and float then fall onto the front porch.

  Rincon nods and chuckles. “Very well spoken, Ms. Farmer! I can’t see your female face, but I recognize a female soprano.”

  The mayor frowns with annoyance. “Thank you. We shall leave…”

  Duchie dances side to side, giggling. “Ya know, Ms. Mayor, the new interns should stay, maybe, the morning, until lunchtime and learn more about the farm stuff. Since, we’re, now, responsible for the so much more of something and something…”

  The mayor fans her face. “I…”

  “I agree with Duchie, Mama. We should learn more about the farm stuff and farming stuff, being interns and all.” Nephella stands beside her mama, nodding and smil
ing at the line of farmers.

  The mayor wraps an arm around her child, nodding. “Good idea, daughter. Alright, the interns can stay through lunchtime and then return back to the map room for another assignment.” She swings around, fanning her face and then enters the car.

  The travel car slowly swings around then roughly rolls over the plowed field. It stops then disappears into the barrier wall in the far distance.

  Rincon tosses his hands then slaps his chest. “Hi, again! We’re ready to learn about farming and the farm. Who would like to teach us?”

  I stomp down the steps, extending my arms for a warm embrace, when Rincon back steps. Then, I halt, realizing that he doesn’t recognize me. I drop my arms then finger the corner of the house. “I can show ya the farm. We can start with the interior of a farm house. How’s that?” I lead, saying. “Please, follow me, coming this way.”

  My farm house. kitchen

  I stomp into the rear door of my house, entering the kitchen with the tile flooring. The floor is easier to clean up the piles of dancing orange dirt.

  Marsilla scans the room, pursing her lips. “Is this a farm house? A farm kitchen?”

  I remove the hat and scarf, standing behind the bar counter, nodding and smiling. “A farm girl?”

  Marsilla gasps in surprise, standing at the rear door.

  Rincon smiles, stomping and hugging Ketona. “Hi, love.”

  I giggle with excitement.

  Duchie smiles, galloping and hugging the both of them.

  Nephella giggles, trotting over than hugs the growing lump of bodies. She mumbles, breathing on Duchie’s hair roots. “Buffo, do not…”

  Buffo chuckles, slamming his tallness into the stack of upright bodies.

  The pile of lump bodies chuckles then slightly shift to the left. The bodies compensate then shift to the right.

  Duchie yells. “Move off, Buffo!”

  The pile of lump bodies stands.

  Rincon yells. Get off, Buffo!”

  The pile of lump bodies chuckle.

  Nephella shifts her arms and legs from the lump, when the pile of bodies breaks apart. She giggles. “The love fest has ended. Okay. How are the love birds doing? Is this your house? Ugh! Not nice. Not beautiful. Not you, Ketona, darling…”