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Monday, May 29, 2017

Trick or Treat?

   I first saw them on Halloween night. Couldn't a picked a better time. Somewhere they'd gotten hold of a couple trick-or-treat bags and had also gotten hold of the idea a what to do with 'em. After all there was lots of weird critters walking up to people's doors and getting treats.
   There they were on my front porch, three sets of big brown eyes staring up at me and I weren't never a big kid. "Shicky Shee?" the tallest one said almost in a whisper, hooves tapping nervously on the floor like they was ready to run on the instant.
   They'd been doing pretty well so far, their bags were nearly full, and why not, they had the best "costumes" of the night.
   I scooped out two big double handfuls of candy from the bowl and their eyes got even wider. "Hey Now!" says I as they started to walk away. "Say thank you." They gave me a nervous quizzical look. "Thank You" I repeated. "shen koo" the tall one whispered, and off they ran. 

   They were back the next day. I heard the neighbor lady yelling at them "It's not Halloween, you kids get off my porch!" This had probably been happening a lot they looked more nervous than before, in fact they were down right jittery. 
   "Oh lowrd, did you guys eat All that candy already?!" I ran inside and loaded a platter of fruits and nuts and brought it out to the porch then sat down on the floor and invited them to eat. They set to voraciously and the jitters subsided. Pretty soon the smallest one was in my lap pulling on my hair. 
   They'd lost their trust of everyone else which is probably for the best but continued to come see me from time to time. Of course they knew how to feed themselves in the wild, it was the candy they were coming back for but I kept that to a minimum. Still they always said "shen koo."

Thursday, May 11, 2017

Grabapple Trees

Somewheres there's a kind of mantis bug what looks like a pertty flower and then grabs bees what comes near it. The Venus Fly Trap lures critters with a scent and then snaps shut on 'em like a miniature bear trap.
In round my hometown there was the Grabapple tree. At night they crawl about like a 'noctopus on their root-like legs and plant 'emselves in the yard of some home what never had an apple tree before. It took a right sucker to fall for that one, but then the world's full a suckers aint it?
Little Timmy Wilkinson disappeared one day after telling his mom he was gonna go pick apples on Henderson's Corner. The neighborhood got all up in a hurly-burly and even called the police who went door to door and looked sternly at any strangers an' suspicious looking individuals.
No one would listen to me when I told 'em there weren't no apple trees on Henderson's Corner. There wasn't neither I checked, but it'd already slithered down the bank into Bosky Creek where I'd seen it before. So I took a gas can and a book of matches down to the creek and standing up on the bank I sloshed gasoline on the grabapple and said "Let 'im go!"
I never knew if it understood me or if the gas made it sick, but either way it gives me a resentful look and spits up ol' Timmy like a hairball all covered in sticky goo. Folks said later he was "found in a tree" which is true enough I suppose. Timmy grew up fine, but couldn't never stand the thought of apples after that.


Thursday, May 4, 2017

Oh Deer!

I spent a goodly bit of my youth hiking in the woods and hills around Prescott where I grew up. Most times it was just peaceful if a bit lonesome. Some days you'd meet other folks or see some wildlife or other.
One day I heard flute music playing in the distance which was peculiar. I crept up to peek between the branches and see who was playing. And there she was, delicate as a flower, sitting alone in the tall grass naked as far as I could see.
I couldn't resist taking a step closer for a better look when a twig snapped beneath my boot.
Up she jumps on four hoofed feet an' bounds away among the pines. As I watched her hinde end bouncing among the boles I tell you I could not have been more shocked. You never see them this far south in the Spring.