This morning Auntie went out to pick the tomatoes, spinach
and corn. I went out to help her shuck
the corn. There were only four tiny ears
left after the raccoons went through.
She gave me a little piece and put the other ears in a bucket. She went back to the garden to pick up all
the cobs the raccoons left behind.
The bucket was sitting on a picnic table on the deck. I stood up as tall as I could and grabbed the
edge of the bucket—the shucked corn rolled toward me. Heaven!
When Auntie came back I was
standing in the yard with bits of cob scattered around me and corn hanging from
my chin. At first she didn’t know what
I’d done—then she saw the bucket. Oh no,
this could be trouble! (It’s not like
she didn’t know I like corn. After the
high winds blew the top off the compost bin the other night, she found me
standing in the middle of the garbage eating corn cobs.)
Popo said I "would do better next time." I don’t know if he meant I wouldn’t get in
the corn bucket or I wouldn’t leave any evidence behind.
Lesson for the Boys:
It helps to be cute and/or funny when you get into trouble.
