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The Year of Our Discontent

By

Darrel Bird


Copyright 2010 by Darrel Bird

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The Year of Our Discontent


I was full of vip and vinegar when old Mrs. Shoebottom caught me and Lindy Lou down in the root cellar making out.


That was her name, Lindy Lou Shoebottom. We had just come from the creek where we netted a haul of three frogs plus a tadpole, and we went to the root cellar to get a jar to put them in. While we were down there Lindy Lou mentioned as an aside about seeing her Ma and Pa kissing quite a lot, and we decided it was worth a try. Just about time we was getting into it, old Mrs. Shoebottom decided she wanted a jar of green beans to cook for dinner, and that’s when she walked in.


Needless to say it weren’t my fault as Lindy Lou had a bulldog grip and was sucking my face, and I couldn’t get loose. Old Mrs. Shoebottom hit me with a stick hard as she was able and told me to get on back to the orphanage where kids like me belonged. Well, the truth of the matter, I didn’t feel like I much belonged there neither.


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