I loved hearing my grandpa Roscoe get cranked up on a good story. His best were about devilish pranks he was part of as a boy. This is one of my favorites.
” I was over at my friend Everitt’s house one day. For some reason, his mama didn’t like me much, so I pretty much tried to steer clear of her. Well, we’d been to the barn to get Everitt’s cane pole and was headed for the creek, when we noticed that Miz Maxey, Everitt’s mama, had let her flock of ducks out. She was real proud of them ducks. There was a mama duck with about a dozen ducklings just ahead of us. They was just tiny little things, probably was gonna be their first time in the water. Mama Duck went right on in with her brood following her. They swam just like they’d been doing it for years. Just as they was about to get to the other side, one of us (I think it must’ve been Everitt) chunked a piece of wood in the creek. Them and their mama ducked under and come up on the other side. I was on that other side and chunked it back across. They ducked under and come up on the other side again. It was so funny, I guess we’d done it more than we realized before we noticed fewer ducks were coming up. We also hadn’t noticed Miz Maxey headed our way, mad as hops. She’d seen what we was up to and I took off. Last I knew, she was whaling Everitt, and yelling after me, “Run, you little devil, run! I’ll git you next time!” I kept my distance for a good long time!”