Many years ago, when I was still young, stupid, and possessed all of my hair, my family traveled to a small town on the Mississippi River levee to visit some friends. Their home was located at the foot of the levee, with a bayou across the road from the front of the house, and borrow pits on the opposite side of the levee.
My parents repaired inside the house to visit while my younger brother and I played in the yard and on the side of the levee.
After a while, I sat down to catch my breath, and my brother sat down beside me. At that point, a stray thought from some far-away, mad place, alit whining on my shoulder, begging admittance to the largely empty halls of my thought processes. My adolescent mind snatched it up with idiotic glee.
Wouldn't it be great, it whimpered, to play a trick on your parents?! What a nice, warm, cuddley little idea!
"Hey Chuck," I said, "How bout running down and telling Mom and Dad I fell in the bayou?"
He also thought this was a tremendous idea.
And the FOOL went and DID IT!
OOOOOoooooWEEEEE! What MY DAD did to ME! Cold bathroom linoleum can certainly provide relief to a fiery red, bare bottom.
It proved to be an educational experience, cause this little southern boy NEVAH did that Again.
Regards, Shuckins
