Shenanigans at Sugar Creek Part 1
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Shenanigans at Sugar Creek.
by Paul Hutchens.
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One tough guy in the Sugar Creek territory was enough to keep us all on the lookout all the time for different kinds of trouble. We'd certainly had plenty with Big Bob Till, who, as you maybe know, was the big brother of Little Tom Till, our newest gang member.
But when a new quick-tempered boy whose name was Shorty Long, moved into the neighborhood and started coming to our school, and when Shorty and Bob began to chum around together, we never knew whether we'd get through even one day without something happening to start a fight, or get one of the gang into trouble with our teacher. On top of that, we had a _new_ teacher, a _man_ teacher at that, who didn't exactly know that most of us tried to behave ourselves most of the time.
Poetry, who is the barrel-shaped member of our gang, had made up a poem about our new teacher, whom not a one of us liked very well, on account of not wanting a _new_ teacher when we'd liked our pretty lady other teacher so _extra_ well. This is the way the poem went:
"_The Sugar Creek Gang had the worst of teachers And 'Black' his named was called, His round, red face had the homeliest of features, He was fat and forty and bald._"
Poetry was always writing a new poem or always quoting one somebody else wrote.
Maybe it was a library book that was to blame for _some_ of the trouble we had in this story, though. I'm not quite sure, but the very minute my pal, Poetry, and I saw the picture in a book called _The Hoosier Schoolmaster_, we both had a very mischievous idea come into our minds, which we couldn't get out no matter how we tried....
This is the way it happened.... Poetry and I were in his house, in fact, I was staying at his house all night one night, and just before we went to sleep, we sat up in his big bed for awhile, looking at the picture which was a full-paged glossy picture of a man school teacher away up on the roof of a country schoolhouse, and he was holding a wide board across the top of the chimney. The schoolhouse's only door was open and a gang of tough-looking boys was tumbling out, along with a lot of smoke.
"Have you ever read the story?" I said to Poetry, and he said, "No, have you?" and when I said "No," we both read a part of it. The story was about a man teacher whose very bad boys in the school had locked him out of the building, and he had climbed up on the roof of the school and put a board across the chimney, and smoked them out just like a boy smokes a skunk out of a woodchuck den along Sugar Creek.
_That_ put the idea in our heads, and it stayed there until a week or two after Christmas, before it got us into trouble.... Then just like a time-bomb exploding, all of a sudden that innocent idea which an innocent author had written in an innocent library book, exploded--and--Well, here goes the story.
It was a swell Sat.u.r.day afternoon at our house with bright sunlight on the snow and the weather just right for coasting. I was standing by our kitchen sink, getting ready to start wiping a big stack of dishes which my mom had just rinsed with steaming hot water out of the teakettle. I was just reaching for a drying towel when Mom said, "Better wash your hands first, Bill," which I had forgotten to do like I once in a while do. Right away I washed my hands with soap, in our bathroom, came back and grabbed the towel off the rack by the range, and started in carefully wiping the dishes, not exactly wanting to, on account of the clock on our mantel-shelf said it was one o'clock, and the gang was supposed to meet on b.u.mblebee hill right that very minute, with our sleds, and we were going to have the time of our lives coasting, and rolling in the snow, and making huge b.a.l.l.s and snow men and everything....
You should have seen those dishes fly--that is, they _started_ to!
"Be careful," Mom said, and meant it. "Those are my best dinner plates."
"I will," I said, and I was for a jiffy, but my mind wasn't anywhere near those fancy plates Mom was was.h.i.+ng and I was wiping.... In fact, there wasn't any sense in was.h.i.+ng them anyway, 'cause they weren't the ones we had used that day at all. Why they weren't even dirty! They'd been standing on the shelf in Mom's cupboard for several months without being used.
"I don't see why we have to wash them," I said, "when they aren't even dirty."
"We're going to have company for dinner tomorrow," Mom explained, "and we _have_ to wash them."
"Wash them _before_ we use them?" I said. It didn't make sense.... Why that very minute the gang would be hollering and screaming and coasting down the hill and having a wonderful time.
"Certainly," Mom said. "We want them to sparkle so that when the table is set and the guests come in they'll see how beautiful they really are. See? Notice how dull this one is?" Mom held up one that hadn't been washed yet in her hot sudsy water nor rinsed in my hot clear water nor wiped and polished with my dry clean towel, which Mom's tea towels always were anyway, Mom being an extra clean housekeeper and couldn't help it, on account of her mother had been that way too,--and being that kind of a housekeeper is contagious, like catching the measles or smallpox or the mumps or something boys don't like.
For some reason I remembered a part of a book I'd read, called _Alice in Wonderland_, and it was about a crazy queen who started to cry and say, "Oh ooooh! My finger's bleeding!"... And when Alice who was _in_ Wonderland told her to wrap her finger up or something, the queen said, "Oh no, I haven't p.r.i.c.ked it yet"--meaning it was bleeding _before_ she had stuck a needle into it--which was a fairy story, and was crazy, so I said to Mom, "Seems funny to wash dishes _before_ they're dirty--seems like a fairy story, like having your finger start bleeding before you stick a needle in it." I knew Mom had read _Alice in Wonderland_ 'cause she'd read it to me herself when I was little.
But Mom was very smart. She said, with a mischievous grin in her voice, "That's a splendid idea.... Let's _pretend_ this is _Bill Collins in Wonderland_, and get the dishes done right away. Fairy stories are always interesting, don't you think?" which I didn't, right then, but there wasn't any use arguing. In fact, Mom said it wasn't ever polite, so I quit, and said, "Who's coming for dinner tomorrow?" wondering if it might be some of the gang, and hoping it would be. I didn't know a one of the gang that would notice whether the dishes sparkled or not, although most of the gang's _Moms_ probably would.
"Oh--a surprise," Mom said.
"Who?" I said. "My cousin Wally and his new baby sister?" As you know, if you've read _A New Sugar Creek Mystery_, I had a homely, red-haired cousin, named Walford, who lived in the city, who had a new baby sister. Mom had been to see the baby, and also Pop, but I hadn't, and didn't want to, and certainly didn't exactly want to see my red-haired cousin, Wally, but _would_ like to see his crazy Airedale dog, and if Wally _was_ coming, I hoped he would bring the wire-haired dog along....
"It's a surprise," Mom said, and right that minute there was a whistle outside our house and at our front gate. I looked over the top of my stack of steaming dishes out through a clear place in the frosted window, and saw a fat-faced barrel-shaped boy standing with one hand which had a red mitten on it, holding onto a sled rope, and he was lifting up the latch on our wide gate with the other red-mittened hand....
There was another boy there, who, I could tell without hardly looking, was Dragonfly, on account of he is spindle-legged and has large eyes like a dragonfly's eyes are. Dragonfly had on a brand new cap with ear-m.u.f.fs on it. As you maybe know, Dragonfly was always getting the gang into trouble, on account of he always was doing such crazy things without thinking. He also was allergic to nearly everything and was always sneezing at the wrong time, just when we were supposed to be quiet. Also, he was about the only one in the gang whose mother was superst.i.tious,--such as thinking it is bad luck if a black cat crosses the road in front of you, or good luck if you find a horseshoe and hang it above one of the doors in your house.
Just as Poetry had the latch of the wide gate lifted, I saw Dragonfly make a quick move, step with one foot on the iron pipe at the bottom of the gate's frame and give the gate a shove, and jump on with the other foot and ride on the gate while it was swinging open, which was something Pop wouldn't let _me_ do, and which any boy shouldn't do, on account of if he keeps on doing it, it will make the gate sag, and maybe drag on the ground....
Well, for a jiffy I forgot there was a window between me and the out-of-doors, and also that my mom was beside me, and also that my baby sister, Charlotte Ann, was asleep in Mom's bedroom in her baby bed, and without thinking I yelled real loud, "Hey, Dragonfly, you crazy goof! Don't DO that!"
Right away I remembered Charlotte Ann was in the other room, on account of mom told me and also on account of Charlotte Ann woke up and made the kind of a noise a baby always makes when she wakes up and doesn't want to.
Just that second, the gate Dragonfly was on was as wide open as it could go, and Dragonfly who didn't have a very good hold with his hands--and the gate being icy anyway--slipped off and went sprawling head over heels into a snowdrift in our yard....
It was a funny sight, but not very funny 'cause I heard my pop's great big voice calling from our barn, yelling something that sounded like he sounds when somebody has done something he shouldn't and is supposed to quit quick, or I'd be sorry.
I made a dive for our back door, swung it open, and with one of my Mom's good plates still in my hands, and without my hat on, I rushed out on our back board walk and yelled to Poetry and Dragonfly, and said, "I'll be there in about an hour! I've got to finish tomorrow's dishes first! Better go on down the hill and tell the gang I'll be there in maybe an hour or two," which is what is called sarcasm.
And Poetry yelled, "We'll come and help you!"
But it wasn't a good idea, 'cause the kitchen door was still open and Mom heard me and also heard Poetry and said to me, "Bill Collins, come back in here.... The very idea! I can't have those boys coming in with all that snow. I've just scrubbed the floor!" which is why they didn't come in, and also why barrel-shaped Poetry and spindle-legged Dragonfly started building a snow man right in our front yard, while they waited for me and Mom to finish playing _Alice in Wonderland_.
Pretty soon I was done, though, and grabbed my coat from its hook in the corner of the kitchen, pulled my hat on my red head, with the ear-m.u.f.fs tucked inside, on account of it wasn't a very cold day, but was warm enough for the snow to pack good and for making snow b.a.l.l.s and snow men and everything. I put on my boots at the door, said "Good-bye" to Mom and went swis.h.i.+ng out through the snow to Poetry and Dragonfly. I could already hear the rest of the gang yelling down on b.u.mblebee hill, so I grabbed my sled rope which was right beside our back door, and the three of us went as fast as we could through our gate.
My pop was there, looking at the gate to see if Dragonfly had been too heavy for it, and just as we left, he said, "Never ride on a gate, boys, if you want to live long."
His voice was kinda fierce, like it sometimes is, and he was looking at Dragonfly; then he looked at me and winked, and I knew he wasn't mad but still didn't want any boy to be dumb enough to ride on our gate again.
"Yes sir, Mr. Collins," Dragonfly said politely, and grabbed his sled rope and started on the run across the road to a place in the rail fence where I always climbed through on my way to the woods.
"Wait a minute!" Pop said, and we waited.
His big bushy eyebrows were straight across, so I knew he liked us all right. "What?" I said, and he said, "You boys know, of course, that your new teacher, Mr. Black, is going to keep on teaching the Sugar Creek School--that the board can't ask him to resign just because the boys in the school liked their other teacher better, nor because he has had to punish several of them with old-fas.h.i.+oned beech switches...."
Imagine my Pop saying such things, just when we had been thinking about having a lot of fun....
"Yes sir," I said to Pop, remembering the beech switches behind the teacher's desk.
"Yes sir," Poetry said politely.
"Yes sir," Dragonfly yelled to him from the rail fence where he was already half-way through.
We all hurried through the fence, and yelling and running and panting, we dragged our sleds through the woods to b.u.mblebee hill to where the gang was yelling and having a lot of fun.
Well, we coasted for a long time, all of us. Even Little Tom Till, the red-haired, freckled-faced little brother of Big Bob Till who was Big Jim's worst enemy, was there. Time flew faster than anything, when all of a sudden Circus who had rolled a big s...o...b..ll down the hill, said, "Let's make a snow man--let's make Mr. Black"--which sounded like more fun, so we all started in, not knowing that Circus was going to make a _comic_ snow man, the most ridiculous looking snow man I'd ever seen, and not knowing something else very exciting which I'm going to tell you about just as quick as I can get to it in this story.
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