Stephen hollered, “Back out!” His hands pressed into the loose mud, as another large chunk landed on his already pinned lap, adding to the weight. “Go!” he yelled. “It’s caving in!”
Already disoriented at being flattened, Rick panicked when Jimmy yelled, “Gotcha!” and grabbed him by the ankle. Struggling to pull his legs free with Jimmy hanging on for dear life, Rick yanked hard to release Jimmy’s grip. He rose up, back and shoulders pressed against the dirt roof, trying to pull his legs beneath him, dragging Jimmy deeper into the cave. Rick heaved against the roof, loosing the ceiling, which suddenly crashed down upon them.
“Guys, stop. Ceasefire. Truce!” These were the last commands heard by all as the rest of the group reached the battle scene. They arrived in time to witness waves of dirt rolling from the hillside. Jimmy’s legs were all that was visible, like the witch after the house landed in Oz.
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