Slappy- Sending Bully into Tree

“You’re right about that, Travis!” Slappy exclaimed. “I have control! Watch what I can do!”
Slappy swung both hands high above his head.
I uttered a startled cry as Travis floated up from the ground.
His eyes went wide, and his mouth dropped open. He kicked his feet as he rose up in the air. “Hey—put me down! Put me DOWN!” he screamed.
Slappy swung his hands again, and Travis floated even higher.
I crossed my arms in front of me and watched. Travis was in a total panic now, so frightened he couldn’t even scream. I couldn’t keep a big smile from spreading across my face.
“He’s like a big bird!” Slappy cried. “A dodo bird! Hahaha!”
Travis kicked and squirmed and waved his arms. He floated above our heads now. I had to bend my neck to see him.
“P-please—!” he choked out. “Please! Put me down!”
His face had darkened to purple. Big tears rolled down his cheeks.
I stepped up to Slappy. “Think it’s time to let him down?”
“No way!” the dummy cried. “I’m just getting started. I saved my best stuff for now!”
“But, Slappy—” I protested.
He clasped both of his wooden hands together above his head. Then he moved them quickly in a wide circle.
“Nooooo!”
High above us, Travis screamed as he began to spin.
He twirled like a top, slowly at first, then picking up speed. Around and around he went, his hands shooting out at his sides as he spun.
“Please—!” he wailed. “I … I’m getting dizzy! I’m going to be sick!”
Slappy laughed. “Your face is making me sick!” he shouted up to
Travis.
The dummy swung his hands again, and Travis stopped in midair. Then he began to spin in the other direction.
“Barton—please!” Travis cried. “Let me down! I’m begging you!”
Slappy made him spin even faster. So fast his cell phone flew out of his pocket and sailed into the trees.
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He was spinning so hard, both of his shoes came flying off. They thudded to the ground next to me.
I turned to Slappy. “Okay. Let him down.”
Slappy didn’t move. He kept his hands twirling above his head.
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“Slappy, please—” I begged. But I couldn’t stop him.
He called out some strange words and shot his arms down to his sides.
“Whoooooaaaah!” High above our heads, Travis screamed as he went sailing toward the tall tree in the middle of the lot. He spun his arms crazily, trying to stop himself.
But he was totally in Slappy’s control.
I gasped as Travis landed hard on his knees on the top limb of the tree.
The branch bent and made a cracking sound.
Was it about to break off?
No. It held.
With another scream, Travis tumbled off the high tree limb. He stopped his fall by grabbing it with both hands. Now he was hanging on to the limb, his face twisted in horror.
Leaves came flying off. Small branches fell to the ground.
“He—he’s going to fall!” I stammered. “Slappy—he’ll get hurt!”
Slappy snickered. “That will teach him to mess with my friend!”

- My Friend Slappy, chapters 26 and 27