This is a true story about my 10-year-old daughter, Patty, and her problems adjusting from life in Los Angeles to living in the small rural town of Lamar, MO. (reprint of #16)
It was 1976 and Patty was invited to spend the night with a new friend. Now, Patty had been over to this girl’s house numerous times. One of her favorite things to do, while there, was to play with a calf the family kept in the side yard. His name was (key word) Billy.
Somewhere around 6:30 PM I got a frantic call from my daughter.
She was sobbing hysterically and begging me to come and get her. I was alarmed by her plaintiff cries and tried to get her to tell me the problem. She finally blurted out, “Mom, please come and get me, NOW! These people EAT THEIR PETS!”
I later found out that as she was forking a piece of beef into her mouth someone said, “Isn’t BILLY good!" I guess the realization hit her the moment she started to chew. I’ll bet you can guess what happened next!