Max and Rufus, in Four Parts
The Quarry Trail Max could see the quarry from Route 88, its’ rock face shone in the brilliant October sun. “So that’s where Rufus lives,” he said to himself, anxious to find the giant. The quarry trail was steep and narrow, but Max climbed skillfully and quickly. It was shortly after noon when Max arrived at his destination. He stopped for a second to catch his breath and then made his way out onto the quarry cliff; the pitch made his stomach tingle. “Wow,” he exclaimed. “What a place.” For the next three hours, Max sat watch but he did not see Rufus. The sun began to sink. Max grew sad. “Maybe I’ll come back tomorrow,” he wondered, and then began to inch his way back across the quarry face to the trail. He took one last look down at the ...