Well, Sassy seems to have managed to avoid being crushed by the car. Rusty, on the other hand, was not so lucky. He almost made it. He was so close, but since close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, he's now in quite the predicament. The only thing that's possibly keeping him from losing that leg is the fact that he's lying on the sand and not the cement of a driveway. Mark, first making sure that his young charge is relatively okay, leaps into action and grabs the jack, only to discover that it's broken. (Way to go Sassy.) Maybe he should try asking those pelicans for help, or start collecting rocks, or release his inner Incredible Hulk (or, you know, he could just go for help).
Deciding that he can't do anything by himself, and remembering that they passed by a general store before he accidentally drove the car off the road, Mark decides the only thing to do is to go for help. Rusty (who seems to be unusually calm in this situation. I would have thought that a kid would cry and scream a lot more, but perhaps living with Mark has made Rusty far more comfortable with death than I thought.) tries to ease Mark's fears by assuring him that he'll be all right. After all, his leg is getting numb, so he can't really feel the pain any more. Um, Rusty, that's a bad sign. That probably means that the blood isn't getting to where it needs to go, or you're going into shock. Mark, you'd better get moving before Rusty doesn't have a leg to stand on (or one less anyway). Oh yeah, and the tide will be coming in soon, and if it does, that leg will be the least of Rusty's problems, and you're going to have to have a very uncomfortable conversation with Cherry and Doc (and we'll all be very, very sad).
Well, Sassy seems to have managed to avoid being crushed by the car. Rusty, on the other hand, was not so lucky. He almost made it. He was so close, but since close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, he's now in quite the predicament. The only thing that's possibly keeping him from losing that leg is the fact that he's lying on the sand and not the cement of a driveway. Mark, first making sure that his young charge is relatively okay, leaps into action and grabs the jack, only to discover that it's broken. (Way to go Sassy.) Maybe he should try asking those pelicans for help, or start collecting rocks, or release his inner Incredible Hulk (or, you know, he could just go for help).
Deciding that he can't do anything by himself, and remembering that they passed by a general store before he accidentally drove the car off the road, Mark decides the only thing to do is to go for help. Rusty (who seems to be unusually calm in this situation. I would have thought that a kid would cry and scream a lot more, but perhaps living with Mark has made Rusty far more comfortable with death than I thought.) tries to ease Mark's fears by assuring him that he'll be all right. After all, his leg is getting numb, so he can't really feel the pain any more. Um, Rusty, that's a bad sign. That probably means that the blood isn't getting to where it needs to go, or you're going into shock. Mark, you'd better get moving before Rusty doesn't have a leg to stand on (or one less anyway). Oh yeah, and the tide will be coming in soon, and if it does, that leg will be the least of Rusty's problems, and you're going to have to have a very uncomfortable conversation with Cherry and Doc (and we'll all be very, very sad).
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