Disclaimer: The story of Christy is owned the Marshall-LeSourd Family. We are in no way seeking profit or credit for her story. This fiction is written for our own amusement only. This story uses themes from the book, CBS series and the PAX movies.

“The Next Adventure”

By Kate Oaks

As I settle into my seat

On the direct to New York train,

I pull out “Christy” and suddenly,

I’m on Old Buncombe chugging down the lane.

 

I peek at the boy in front of me,

Two big brown eyes peer back too.

“Why, Little Burl,” I exclaim,

“I’d love to swap howdys with you!”

 

As we pull into the station,

My gaze is drawn upward in awe.

Instead of towering skyscrapers…

Oh, how to describe what I saw?

 

Layer upon layer of splendor,

Emerald hills under azure skies.

The Great Smoky Mountains are shorely

God’s own magnificent surprise.

 

The U-nited States mailman

Is making his rounds again.

He’s piled up more than six letters,

But he hollers as loudly as Ben!

 

A blur of gray rushes past me,

With Creed Allen’s leash in tow.

Scalawag’s at it again, I see,

He loves putting on a show.

 

Stumbling, I lose my footing

As I slide in the Big Muddy Pothole.

‘Shouldn’t have worn ice-pick shoes,’

I point out, continuing on my stroll.

 

Adventure waits round the corner,

And though Christy Huddleston is gone,

If you take that brave leap of faith,

Then her spirit will live on.

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