Once A Prankster, Always A Prankster
Maybe! I thought I had learned my lesson when I pieced together the love letter of my sister, Fae’s, boyfriend. But that little imp kept creeping up.
We had a neighbor who lived 1/4 mile from us and we did not like her because we thought she killed our cat,”Pretty Sang.” So Norma and I vowed to get even.
Fae, our beauty queen, held a mirror too close to our Alladin lamp and it broke. Norma and I quickly confiscated a couple of pieces. Mrs. Duncan sat on her front porch in the summer to do her sewing. We took those pieces of mirror and held them to the sun and flashed them in her eyes. It took her a while to know what was going on. She gave us a good tongue-lashing but it didn’t phase us.
So that little imp kept creeping up again. My sister, Lois, was scared of everything, and as a result she got lots of teasing.She would scream at a cotton worm. My dad raised cotton and corn and sometimes potatoes to eat and to sell. He came along with the plow and dug the potatoes and we picked them up and put them in bushel baskets. One day as he was plowing a tiny little field mouse ran out from under the plant and I saw my opportunity. I was going to catch him and put him on Lois. So I grabbed him and he bit my thumb and it hurt so bad I turned him loose. My thumb started swelling and Mama took me to the house and soaked it in warm turpentine water. She said,”Will your ever learn to quit playing pranks?” I told her I had but I am sure that after 65 years I will still think of something else the little imp wanted me to do. Will I ever learn? Once a prankster, always a prankster!
