Monday, May 12th 1:17 pm:
In the Art Room, just down the hall from Mrs. Stintenhutts class, the Art teacher Mr. Brooks was in the supply closet looking for some more glue. Mean while, Stephen flipped his upper eyelids up and stretched the bottom lids and his bottom lip down. Jarred hooked the sides of his mouth with his pinky fingers stretching his lips diagonally, stuck out is tongue, and pushed his nose up with another finger. Then spinning a quarter turn on their chairs, twisting the rest of their bodies to face her, leaning back on the chairs rear legs, the boys came face to face with Suzanne Cooper and gave out a few pig calls. “oink oink – snort snort – suuuuuey” Suzanne tilted her head to the left flipped her hair back off of her shoulder, and in her ‘I’m NOT from the south, but I like to pretend that I’m a southern bell’ voice, she asked “Why gentlemen…what ever have I done to deserve such a childish display?” “You know what you did.” Jarred spouted off. “Yeah. And don’t think that we are going to forget about it either.” Stephen finished. “BOYS, Boys, boys.” She said getting a little bit quieter. Suzanne looked around to see that no one else was listening and began to speak again. “That was a test. I needed to see if you boys, uh I mean young men, had the guts and morality that everyone claims you do. And it would seem that the others are right. You took it like men, and I respect that. Somebody else might have turned the tables and got me in trouble, but you boys didn’t.” She got a little bit quieter now. The boys quickly turned thinking a double cross was coming again and that Mr. Brooks was standing behind watching them perform his greatest pet peeve. But no, he was still busy shuffling supplies in the closet. “Gentlemen!” she whispered leaning a bit forward toward the boys. In one practiced motion, they turned leaned and rested an arm on the art table behind them. “I harbor no ill feelings for the two of you. In fact, tomorrow I’ll bring in some cookies to show you that I don’t. How does some home-made Chocolate Chip cookies sound?” She had their attention now, but trust was a dirty four-letter word with Suzanne now. “No thanks Suzy.” Jarred stated with extreme sarcasm, and then Stephen finished “We’d rather not fall for on of your little traps again.” Suzanne got a bit quieter again. Leaning in another, not so obvious, inch toward the boys, thus causing them to lean back a bit more on their chairs just to hear her, she spoke gently. “You should trust your instincts.” Both the brows on the boys lowered inquisitively, when suddenly Suzanne reached across her table, grabbed the leaning arm of each boy, and pulled. ‘SLAM BAM’ the sound of the wood and metal of their chairs bouncing on the classroom floor was quite loud. They scurried around trying to pick up themselves and their chairs and get them both back into a seated position.
Mr. Brooks new those sounds, all too well. He collected the glue he was looking for, and closed the closet doors. He walked over toward the two desks that were in need of the adhesive he was bringing. Calmly, and knowing by the panting and red blushing faces who was guilty, he asked, “What’s going on in here?” He set the glue down and took a few steps back to face the culprits. “Mr. Crow, Mr. Myers? Is there something you wish to tell me?” he asked. “No Sir!” came the unified standard response. “Uh, Mr. Brooks?” Suzanne said raising her hand to speak. “Yes Miss Cooper!” “Stephen and Jarred were leaning back on their chairs bothering me, and then they fell.” She offered as if he didn’t already know. ‘That stinking bag of skunk guts.’ Jarred though, and as if by telepathy Stephen said it turning his head toward Suzanne. “You stinking bag of skunk guts.” WHAP! Smacking Stephen’s desk, Mr. Brook's yardstick made the whole class jump. “You are done, Mr. Myers.” He said. “But she…” WHAP! Again. With the same calm, cool and collected voice, Mr. Brooks reiterated. “I SAID you are done. Now. Is what Miss Tattle-tale just said, true?” He had a distaste for tattle-tales and snitching more so than kids leaning back on their chairs. “Yes Sir.” the boys answered. They were devious and cunning, and always finding trouble, but it was a long instilled value to always tell the truth when asked. Of course they had moments of trying to justify their actions, but truth meant honor, and honor was for men. Yeah, I know, I’m a puppy and they’re just boys, but only in age. Giving only a second of thought to the situation Mr. Brooks said, “Well then, the two of you can stand for the remainder of the class. Remove your chairs the back of the room and come back to your table to finish your projects.” The boys could have told Mr. Brooks that Suzanne was just as guilty and she would be standing too, but that would have been tattling just like her. Besides, making her stand was too easy. Plotting a payback was much more fun. The boys hadn’t yet tested Suzanne enough to see just how far they could go without causing a total meltdown. And no idea light bulbs were flickering on right now. This was just not the time. But it was coming….
Tuesday May 13th 7:30 am:
“Hey, what’s that?” Jarred asked running up to a rectangular black object on the sidewalk. Stephen whacked another dandelion, and then hurried after. “Huh, it’s a video tape.” Jarred said just as Stephen caught up. “Look. It’s all smashed up, and the tape is pulled out to half a block up there.” “I hate it when people litter.” Stephen said. They grabbed the pieces up and began to roll up the loose tape. When they got to the end, they just tossed it in one of the not yet emptied garbage cans along the street. Jarred went back to kicking his now dented and rusty can, and Stephen gave his backside another wiggle before his next shot as he spoke in is commentator voice. “S. Myers lines up the ball. He knows he needs this one on the green, or the whole tournament is shot to pieces. He looks down the fairway, looks at the ball, looks down the…” And then interrupting suddenly “Hey, there’s another one.” Jarred shouted. Stephen looked up from the stick and flower he was about to send into oblivion. “Huh? Another what?” he asked. “There’s another video tape up ahead. Rotten dirt bags littering up our sidewalks. Someone outta smack ‘em in the knee with a stick for doing that.” Jarred said. Then Stephen offering his first thoughts said “Some kid probably got mad at his Mommy and Daddy for not letting him stay up and watch a movie, and decided to break a few out of spite. Dumb Litterbug. He could have just thrown them awa…wa wait a minute. Do you see that?” “Stephen, please tell me that isn’t the number 4 your scratched into the fourth video of ‘the BOB’s’ slumber party recording! PLEASE!!!” “AWE MAN! ! IT IS! And I think that other tape had a 2 on it.” Stephen replied. “But how? When did they…? AWE MAN!” Jarred said starring off into the distance as if he was watching a bad dream come to life. “BUB? This is not good.” he said softly. Stephen replied with subtle sarcasm “No kidding Goober-head.” The started to discuss the findings while forgetting the golf ball flowers and can kicking the rest of the way to school. And right in front of the main school entrance was a third destroyed videotape. “That only leaves 2 copies. We’ve gotta go get them.” Stephen said urgently. “We can’t go get them now or we’ll be late.” Jarred countered his suggestion, and then finished there discussion by concluding just which tapes were left and there locations. ‘The BOB’ had found numbers 4, 2 and this last one was number 5. That left 3 and 6, since the first one was a gimme for the girls to destroy after watching it them selves. This was somewhat good news though. Numbers 3 and 6 would be the hardest for the girls to find. 3 was put in 3 consecutive plastic freezer bags, marked “Catfish” and placed inside of the freezer that Jarred’s dad like to call the meat locker. And number 6 was inside of the safe that Stephen’s older brother used as a nightstand. However safe they might be, the boys were NOT going to take any chances. They had to get More copies made. This was life and death. So to speak.
By the giggles and secretive taunts that ‘the BOB’ were tossing at the boys all day, they just new that Suzy Moo Chew had to have had some kind of role in finding them. The girls had been completely unsuccessful at finding any of the copies until Suzanne came to town and joined their Gargirl Group. Only God knew what was going to happen next. Well I know too, but that’s just my Doggy sense. You humans call it your sixth sense. Besides, I am writing telling the story here, aren’t I?
Henry the Dog.
In the Art Room, just down the hall from Mrs. Stintenhutts class, the Art teacher Mr. Brooks was in the supply closet looking for some more glue. Mean while, Stephen flipped his upper eyelids up and stretched the bottom lids and his bottom lip down. Jarred hooked the sides of his mouth with his pinky fingers stretching his lips diagonally, stuck out is tongue, and pushed his nose up with another finger. Then spinning a quarter turn on their chairs, twisting the rest of their bodies to face her, leaning back on the chairs rear legs, the boys came face to face with Suzanne Cooper and gave out a few pig calls. “oink oink – snort snort – suuuuuey” Suzanne tilted her head to the left flipped her hair back off of her shoulder, and in her ‘I’m NOT from the south, but I like to pretend that I’m a southern bell’ voice, she asked “Why gentlemen…what ever have I done to deserve such a childish display?” “You know what you did.” Jarred spouted off. “Yeah. And don’t think that we are going to forget about it either.” Stephen finished. “BOYS, Boys, boys.” She said getting a little bit quieter. Suzanne looked around to see that no one else was listening and began to speak again. “That was a test. I needed to see if you boys, uh I mean young men, had the guts and morality that everyone claims you do. And it would seem that the others are right. You took it like men, and I respect that. Somebody else might have turned the tables and got me in trouble, but you boys didn’t.” She got a little bit quieter now. The boys quickly turned thinking a double cross was coming again and that Mr. Brooks was standing behind watching them perform his greatest pet peeve. But no, he was still busy shuffling supplies in the closet. “Gentlemen!” she whispered leaning a bit forward toward the boys. In one practiced motion, they turned leaned and rested an arm on the art table behind them. “I harbor no ill feelings for the two of you. In fact, tomorrow I’ll bring in some cookies to show you that I don’t. How does some home-made Chocolate Chip cookies sound?” She had their attention now, but trust was a dirty four-letter word with Suzanne now. “No thanks Suzy.” Jarred stated with extreme sarcasm, and then Stephen finished “We’d rather not fall for on of your little traps again.” Suzanne got a bit quieter again. Leaning in another, not so obvious, inch toward the boys, thus causing them to lean back a bit more on their chairs just to hear her, she spoke gently. “You should trust your instincts.” Both the brows on the boys lowered inquisitively, when suddenly Suzanne reached across her table, grabbed the leaning arm of each boy, and pulled. ‘SLAM BAM’ the sound of the wood and metal of their chairs bouncing on the classroom floor was quite loud. They scurried around trying to pick up themselves and their chairs and get them both back into a seated position.
Mr. Brooks new those sounds, all too well. He collected the glue he was looking for, and closed the closet doors. He walked over toward the two desks that were in need of the adhesive he was bringing. Calmly, and knowing by the panting and red blushing faces who was guilty, he asked, “What’s going on in here?” He set the glue down and took a few steps back to face the culprits. “Mr. Crow, Mr. Myers? Is there something you wish to tell me?” he asked. “No Sir!” came the unified standard response. “Uh, Mr. Brooks?” Suzanne said raising her hand to speak. “Yes Miss Cooper!” “Stephen and Jarred were leaning back on their chairs bothering me, and then they fell.” She offered as if he didn’t already know. ‘That stinking bag of skunk guts.’ Jarred though, and as if by telepathy Stephen said it turning his head toward Suzanne. “You stinking bag of skunk guts.” WHAP! Smacking Stephen’s desk, Mr. Brook's yardstick made the whole class jump. “You are done, Mr. Myers.” He said. “But she…” WHAP! Again. With the same calm, cool and collected voice, Mr. Brooks reiterated. “I SAID you are done. Now. Is what Miss Tattle-tale just said, true?” He had a distaste for tattle-tales and snitching more so than kids leaning back on their chairs. “Yes Sir.” the boys answered. They were devious and cunning, and always finding trouble, but it was a long instilled value to always tell the truth when asked. Of course they had moments of trying to justify their actions, but truth meant honor, and honor was for men. Yeah, I know, I’m a puppy and they’re just boys, but only in age. Giving only a second of thought to the situation Mr. Brooks said, “Well then, the two of you can stand for the remainder of the class. Remove your chairs the back of the room and come back to your table to finish your projects.” The boys could have told Mr. Brooks that Suzanne was just as guilty and she would be standing too, but that would have been tattling just like her. Besides, making her stand was too easy. Plotting a payback was much more fun. The boys hadn’t yet tested Suzanne enough to see just how far they could go without causing a total meltdown. And no idea light bulbs were flickering on right now. This was just not the time. But it was coming….
Tuesday May 13th 7:30 am:
“Hey, what’s that?” Jarred asked running up to a rectangular black object on the sidewalk. Stephen whacked another dandelion, and then hurried after. “Huh, it’s a video tape.” Jarred said just as Stephen caught up. “Look. It’s all smashed up, and the tape is pulled out to half a block up there.” “I hate it when people litter.” Stephen said. They grabbed the pieces up and began to roll up the loose tape. When they got to the end, they just tossed it in one of the not yet emptied garbage cans along the street. Jarred went back to kicking his now dented and rusty can, and Stephen gave his backside another wiggle before his next shot as he spoke in is commentator voice. “S. Myers lines up the ball. He knows he needs this one on the green, or the whole tournament is shot to pieces. He looks down the fairway, looks at the ball, looks down the…” And then interrupting suddenly “Hey, there’s another one.” Jarred shouted. Stephen looked up from the stick and flower he was about to send into oblivion. “Huh? Another what?” he asked. “There’s another video tape up ahead. Rotten dirt bags littering up our sidewalks. Someone outta smack ‘em in the knee with a stick for doing that.” Jarred said. Then Stephen offering his first thoughts said “Some kid probably got mad at his Mommy and Daddy for not letting him stay up and watch a movie, and decided to break a few out of spite. Dumb Litterbug. He could have just thrown them awa…wa wait a minute. Do you see that?” “Stephen, please tell me that isn’t the number 4 your scratched into the fourth video of ‘the BOB’s’ slumber party recording! PLEASE!!!” “AWE MAN! ! IT IS! And I think that other tape had a 2 on it.” Stephen replied. “But how? When did they…? AWE MAN!” Jarred said starring off into the distance as if he was watching a bad dream come to life. “BUB? This is not good.” he said softly. Stephen replied with subtle sarcasm “No kidding Goober-head.” The started to discuss the findings while forgetting the golf ball flowers and can kicking the rest of the way to school. And right in front of the main school entrance was a third destroyed videotape. “That only leaves 2 copies. We’ve gotta go get them.” Stephen said urgently. “We can’t go get them now or we’ll be late.” Jarred countered his suggestion, and then finished there discussion by concluding just which tapes were left and there locations. ‘The BOB’ had found numbers 4, 2 and this last one was number 5. That left 3 and 6, since the first one was a gimme for the girls to destroy after watching it them selves. This was somewhat good news though. Numbers 3 and 6 would be the hardest for the girls to find. 3 was put in 3 consecutive plastic freezer bags, marked “Catfish” and placed inside of the freezer that Jarred’s dad like to call the meat locker. And number 6 was inside of the safe that Stephen’s older brother used as a nightstand. However safe they might be, the boys were NOT going to take any chances. They had to get More copies made. This was life and death. So to speak.
By the giggles and secretive taunts that ‘the BOB’ were tossing at the boys all day, they just new that Suzy Moo Chew had to have had some kind of role in finding them. The girls had been completely unsuccessful at finding any of the copies until Suzanne came to town and joined their Gargirl Group. Only God knew what was going to happen next. Well I know too, but that’s just my Doggy sense. You humans call it your sixth sense. Besides, I am writing telling the story here, aren’t I?
Henry the Dog.
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