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When we were kids, my old Mom used to keep a craft corner, where she would make all kinds of wondrous items for Dad to sell in his travels. Her little shop was downstairs, and she normally kept the door to the basement closed.
One of the supplies needed to make her projects was a copious amount of elastic bands, which she purchased by the box and kept on her workbench.
At the time, we had a puppy who was just finding his sea legs. Exuberantly, he would explore the whole house from top to bottom, if allowed.
It happened that one day we went out to the market for a bit. Either we had forgotten to close that basement door, or did not close it tightly enough. Anyway, you can probably see where this is going…..
Everything was fine when we got home. The next morning, when we went to take Peanuts out for his walk, he seemed unusually lethargic. He had a pee, but that was it. We brought him back in, thinking he was just a little out of sorts or may be coming down with something, but we kept an eye on him.
That afternoon, after an absence of a day or two from her shop, Mom went downstairs and turned on the light, to find that her work area appeared to have been ransacked. Among the items on the floor was a half used carton of elastics, its contents strewn about here and there. Of course we knew who the culprit was.
We did not know until the next day what the reason was for Peanuts’ malady. We had wondered, the previous night, why he had seemed to improve quite a bit, and was happier. We found out. The first thing Mom noticed when she went down to her shop was the smell. The first thing she saw was long brown lumps on the floor with elastic bands sticking out of them.
In case you’re concerned, Peanuts made a full recovery without having to go to the hospital.
If I had had a camera or cellphone back in that day, I would have taken a couple of shots to show to the Unbelievers.
Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.