The gnarled old oak had listened in on many secrets over the years. It stood uncomplaining as tire-swings rocked its lower branches and lovers tattooed initials into its coat. Rocking the baby Robins to sleep in its upper branches, it eavesdropped on the two boys under its canopy.
“Ol' man Moore's watermelons done got ripe,” said ten-year-old Alvin.
“Yore pa's gonna whip yore backside if he catches you stealin' agin,” replied Fergus.
“Who says he's goin' catch me? I got super-powers! I'm invisible!”
Fergus shook his head and reached down to rub Old Fella's brown fur. “You ain't superman...and you ain't got no superpowers neither.”
“Do, too. When I blow cold air, I'm Alvin. But, when I blow hot air...I'm the invisible Captain Amazing!”
Fergus was a year older than Alvin, but he had a hard time keeping up. “What you talkin' bout? Blowin cold air and hot air?”
“It's the secret of superpower. Man, don't you know nothin? Put your lips together like you whistlin...blows cold. See?” Alvin pursed his lips and blew to make his point. Fergus blew cold air like he was eating a roasted marshmallow.
“Now...blow like this...Ha...Ha...Ha. Hot air! Invisible superpowers of Captain Amazing!”
Alvin was pleased with himself for being so smart. Fergus continued blowing hot and cold while trying to figure it out. How could hot air and cold air come from one mouth?
“Alvin! You come here right this minute! Did you sell blackberries to Mrs. Pruitt?” Alvin's mother could holler loud enough to raise the dead.
“It's all yore fault! I told you we'd get it!” Alvin said.
“Don't blame me! You the one that spilt the blackberries in the sand. I had to pick em all up.”
“I told you she'd be mad. Now, I'm gonna get it!”
“Blow hot air...Captain Amazing, blow hot air.”
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