Who would do such a thing?
There I am, a wide-eyed innocent over-excited, imaginative but mostly HUNGRY 8-year old who just found the hidden jelly donuts. Oh joy of joys! I quietly jam my dirty little hand into the box and grab a donut, then take off like nobody's business! And of course, I know I won't get caught ...
Safely hidden in "my forest" ( since I played in it so much I assumed I owned it ) I'm just sitting on a rock pondering the now-squished baked delight. Should I eat the jelly first, like you're supposed to if you're under 10? Or should I take polite little nibbles at the cake part until I hit the hidden gooey surprise? What to do....decisions! I go ahead and bite down right in the center.
EMPTY! WHAT???? Nothing! Hey where's the gooey jelly, huh? What's this crapola? What a gip! Boy I'm red as boiled lobster and just as pissed. This is no way to treat a brave kid like me, who risked life and limb to steal this precious treat! WHERE'S THE DAMN JELLY!!!!????
Somehow, after about 10 seconds of deep thought, I decided the big people had something to do with it. The grown-ups. The know-it-alls. The donut-hiders. The make-you-do-stupid-homework people. Well I'll show them. With the mutant donut safely stuck into my kids-jeans back pocket, I sneak back to the house - where THEY live. The big people. I dive from tree to tree back to the house, thinking no one can see me. a HA hahaha! So clever ....
O look, there's Uncle Fred's dumb smelly car, the green one. I hate that car. It smells like a dirty t-shirt. I'm too curious about everything, so of course I open the door. I see nothing of interest. I dart my eyes to and fro, then silently slam the door shut. Now onto my real business ....
Into the house, by way of the garage - no one'll see me hahahaha....but wait! I hear big-people talking upstairs somewhere. My ears "move" to adjust to the direction of the sound (convinced I'm a bat). It's coming from the living room. Okay, no problem, I can still get this donut back in the box.
But what's this??? I spy a pair of new-looking brown shoes on the landing of the stairs. Hm. Interesting. They smell like a dirty t-shirt. Hey! Must be Uncle Fred's shoes!! Now my plan is forming along nicely. I put my hand to my mouth to keep from laughing out loud. a HAAAAAA!!!!
Reaching into my back pocket I grab as much as the crumbled un-jellied donut I can, I push it into Uncle Fred's shoe. It goes in nice and...hey what's this? It's sticky! Like....o no, like JELLY! But, hey I thought...I didn't taste any jelly before, what the....o crapola there's jelly everywhere now. All over the place, inside these new smelly shoes, not fair! NOT FAIR I think to myself. I didn't get the good jelly part when I bit it, what IS this weird donut??? Now I've done it. Now I'm done for.
With smushed jelly and cake in Uncle Fred's new shoes, I rush down the stairs and out the back door, run to my forest and my rock where I sit like "The Thinker" trying to work out what mischief to do next. I picture Uncle Fred putting his new shoes on, then....squishhhh! Then, "CATHERINE! GET IN THIS HOUSE RIGHT NOWWWWW!"
Waiting for the end of the world, I sit there and think, "Hey wait...." and it comes to me, like a flash of stupidity, only I of course, think it's genius.
I'll just blame my brother! Yeah that's it, I'll blame my brother and it'll be all over, what a great idea! My nutty kid-mind thinks this'll actually work. I run home to tell my Mother how I saw my brother put a jelly donut in Uncle Fred's new shoes. O I'm so kewl, so smart, so.....huh? what's this?
Mother, brother, other brother, sisters, and smelly Uncle Fred are all laughing as Mom dries one of his shoes - THE shoe. What's this odd scene, I didn't plan on this! Hm. Should I just slip out? Mom looks over at me, smiling:
"O Catherine look at this, isn't it funny? Uncle Fred dropped a donut into his new shoe, isn't he silly?"
Everyone was laughing like kids. Well, they WERE kids. Laughing like loons. I didn't get it.
Uncle Fred looks directly at me:
"Well Cathy dear, see what happens when you don't watch what you're doing? How silly of me! Gotta be more careful, wouldn't you say?"
HE KNOWS! I KNOW he knows. He knows I did it. My brain actually HURTS. He's trying to tell me something but I don't get it. Actually it took about 20 years before I DID get it but now I know the guy was just being a sport and if I could just see him now, I'd say:
"Uncle Fred, thanks for saving my hide, and by the way, I LOVE the way your shoes smell!"