Tuck Everlasting
Chapter One
The road that led to Treegap had been trod out long
before by a herd of cows who were, to say the least,
relaxed. It wandered along in curves and easy angles,
swayed off and up in a pleasant tangent to the top of
a small hill, ambled down again between fringes of
bee-hung clover, and then cut sidewise across a
meadow. Here its edges blurred. It widened and
seemed to pause, suggesting tranquil bovine picnics:
slow chewing and thoughtful contemplation of
the infinite. And then it went on again and came at
last to the wood. But on reaching the shadows of the
first trees, it veered sharply, swung out in a wide arc
as if, for the first time, it had reason to think where it
was going, and passed around.
On the other side of the wood, the sense of easiness
dissolved. The road no longer belonged to the
cows. It became, instead, and rather abruptly, the
property of people. And all at once the sun was uncomfortably
hot, the dust oppressive, and the meager
grass along its edges somewhat ragged and forlorn.
On the left stood the first house, a square and solid
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