As Colter however, continued increasing in size, he developed a plan. So by the time he ran out of plates, adding bags of red sand for extra weight gathered from a bare patch out back where the dogs liked to dig, Colter knew what to do. Though his was more of a fast, sinewy strength, it could easily overcome the slow rolls of a Sneed boy. The problem was that Colter had to contend with two of them. After months of observation, Colter noticed a pattern emerging. Every afternoon, on their daily jaunts to the local pool, Mathew Sneed would trot just ahead of his brother; at the park the two would sun themselves pink, snapping passing victims with their towels, before returning home for lunch, and later to their weedy lair. Since our house was the midpoint between the pool and the Sneed’s home, the gap between the two provided Mathew just enough space and time to race ahead, to allow Colter the opportunity to pin him down before his brother Ryan could intervene.
Colter Wayne Hobbes
