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"
And
then
decided
the
ground
had
gone
sour
,
"
Louis
muttered
.
"
So
here
's
Stanny
B.
,
come
out
in
back
of
the
livery
to
get
his
jug
,
I
guess
,
"
Jud
said
,
"
already
half-crocked
,
he
was
.
His
grandfather
was
worth
maybe
a
million
dollars
when
he
died
--
or
so
people
said
--
and
Stanny
B.
was
nothing
but
the
local
ragman
.
He
asked
me
what
was
wrong
,
and
I
told
him
.
He
saw
I
'd
been
bawling
,
and
he
told
me
there
was
a
way
it
could
be
fixed
up
,
if
I
was
brave
and
sure
I
wanted
it
fixed
up
.
"
I
said
I
'd
give
anything
to
have
Spot
well
again
,
and
I
asked
him
if
he
knew
a
vet
that
could
do
it
.
"
Do
n't
know-no
vet
,
me
,
"
Stanny
said
,
"
but
I
know
how
to
fix
your
dog
,
boy
.
You
go
home
now
and
tell
your
dad
to
put
that
dog
in
a
grain
sack
,
but
you
ai
n't
gon
na
bury
him
,
no
!
You
gon
na
drag
him
up
to
the
Pet
Sematary
and
you
gon
na
put
him
in
the
shade
by
that
big
deadfall
.
Then
you
gon
na
come
back
and
say
it
's
done
.
'
"
I
asked
him
what
good
that
would
do
,
and
Stanny
told
me
to
stay
awake
that
night
and
come
out
when
he
threw
a
stone
against
my
window
.
"
And
it
be
midnight
,
boy
,
so
if
you
forget
Stanny
B.
and
go
to
sleep
,
Stanny
B.
gon
na
forget
you
,
and
it
's
goodbye
dog
,
let
him
go
straight
to
Hell
!
"
Jud
looked
at
Louis
and
lit
another
cigarette
.
"
It
went
just
the
way
Stanny
set
it
up
.
When
I
got
back
,
my
dad
said
he
'd
put
a
bullet
in
Spot
's
head
to
spare
him
any
more
suffering
;
I
did
n't
even
have
to
say
anything
about
the
Pet
Sematary
;
my
dad
asked
me
if
I
did
n't
think
Spot
would
want
me
to
bury
him
up
there
,
and
I
said
I
guessed
he
would
.
So
off
I
went
,
dragging
my
dog
in
a
grain
sack
.
My
dad
asked
me
if
I
wanted
help
,
and
I
said
no
,
because
I
remembered
what
Stanny
B.
said
.
"
I
laid
awake
that
night
--
forever
,
seemed
like
.
You
know
how
time
is
for
kids
.
It
would
seem
to
me
I
must
have
stayed
awake
right
around
until
morning
,
and
then
the
clock
would
only
chime
ten
or
eleven
.
A
couple
of
times
I
almost
nodded
off
,
but
each
time
I
snapped
wide
awake
again
.
It
was
almost
as
if
someone
had
shaken
me
and
said
,
"
Wake
up
,
Jud
!
Wake
up
!
"
Like
something
wanted
to
make
sure
I
stayed
awake
.
"
Louis
raised
his
eyebrows
at
that
,
and
Jud
shrugged
.
"
When
the
clock
in
the
downstairs
hall
chimed
twelve
,
I
got
right
up
and
sat
there
dressed
on
my
bed
with
the
moon
shinin
in
the
window
.
Next
I
know
,
the
clock
is
chimin
the
half-hour
,
then
one
o'clock
,
and
still
no
Stanny
B.
He
's
forgot
all
about
me
,
that
dumb
Frenchman
,
I
think
to
myself
,
and
I
'm
getting
ready
to
take
my
clothes
off
again
when
these
two
pebbles
whap
off
the
window
,
damn
near
hard
enough
to
break
the
glass
.
