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 #17)
One afternoon, my daughter, Patty, came STOMPING into the kitchen and exclaimed, “Someone is throwing things at me!”
Of course I was skeptical, but my daughter seemed to be very sure so I followed her into the yard.
She showed me where she was standing when an object had struck her on the back. We walked around the yard and surrounding area. Not even one hidden prankster could be found. Satisfied, I went back into the house.
Minutes later she came flying back into the house.
She was REALLY angry this time. Patty was sputtering, pointing toward the back yard, and stomping her feet shouting, “Someone IS out there!”.
So, we took off again for the back yard (which was about 3 acres of bushes, oak trees and brush). Another complete search revealed no lurking ambushers. As we were heading back to the house I heard a whizzing sound; like something flying through the air. Then I heard an object hit the side of the garage.
Patty, (with hands on hips) glared at me and growled, “SEE!”
Then another object hit me on the head. That was when I realized that the flying objects were acorns from this GIANT, 200 year old, oak tree which stood in the middle of our back yard. Acorns would drop from a great height, careen off a branch and take off like a missile.
When the culprit was revealed, I laughed. Patty just stomped into the house muttering something like, “I really hate it here!”
kt 2010
Poor kid and you laughed at her too!
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Funny...We have a lot of squirrels around our house. They are always hurrying about. One day I was out on our deck with my cat.. and a squirrel started pelting us with peanut shells from where he was sitting in a tree. I have seen the peanut shells around here on the ground, but still can't figure out where they are getting the peanuts from.
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