Without even thinking,i thumped the pitcher down to safety,stared the oldest boy right in the eyes and growled.Not something like a growl,or sort of a growl;i bellowed out a growl that started in the pit of my stomach,gained momentum somewhere in my chest and exploded out of my mouth.The boys paled at the sound of it.
"Run!"they shouted to each other.
I took off after them.The thought suddenly crossed my mind that it was three against one,and if any of them could actually count that high,i would be in big trouble.What the three of them did figure out was that while not outnumbered,they were outspirited.They cut through a neighbor's yard,jumped a fence and run off.