"Okay," Darry said, "Once again, ten hut!"

This time, he passed it to Johnny. Johnny stood still, as if he were paralyzed.

"Johnny! Johnnycake!" I yelled, "Pass the football!"

He then passed me a great pass, but it was too late. Dallas was already ready to tackle me. He was on top of me, but right before I actually hit the ground, I threw the ball to Pony who ran with it. I heard screaming, but I couldn't tell if he made a touchdown or not. Dally was on top of me.

"Got ya." he whispered.

"Well, you still didn't get the ball." I said, "Pony got it."

"I know," he said, getting off of me. "I didn't say I got the ball. I said I got you. That's all I'm askin' for."

When he was standing up, he put out his hand to help me up. Should I give in or stand alone? I gave in. I took his hand, and he helped me up.

Was it a mistake that I took his help. Uh oh... I think it was.