A Halloween Prank Ends with Bird Shot in the Behind
What They Didn't Know
Halloween will soon be here and department stores and grocery store shelves are filled with pumpkins for jack-o-lanterns, ghosts and goblins and tons of those packaged candies that will be purchased and handled out to happy children who will be canvassing the neighborhood knocking on doors wearing smiles and all dressed in a costumes ranging from the scary demons and devilish characters to the less formidable. They will be knocking on doors or ringing doorbells with the familiar chant,"Trick of Treat!"
When I grew up during the 1950's Halloween was a fun time. We made our own costumes and used a lot of soot on our faces or old make-up and lip stick we could bribe away from our moms. It took a lot of soap and scrubbing to get it all off but we had fun. Our neighbors would greet us at their doors when we knocked and gave us candy or fruit. By the time we got back to our house our brown paper bags were full of an assortment of tooth decaying candy and like most we ate lots of it before we got home.
Rarely did we ever pull a trick on anyone but there was one man who lived in our cotton mill village who was widely know for his cranky sour disposition. Mr Crabtree (not his real name) had an outside toilet. On Halloween, Mr Crabtree's out house had been turned over so many times over the years and many of my buddies would come to school bragging how they had sneaked onto his lot after dark and tipped his out house over.
One year several of my friends who by this time were too old for normal trick or treat fun had decided this would be the year they would turn Mr. Crabtree's toilet over. They had already gotten into more mischief than the law would allow and under cover of darkness slipped past Mr Crabtree's watchdog who for some reason didn't so much as offer a whimper to signal someone was trespassing on the property. The quickly got to the business at hand and in a flash had tipped the toilet over on its backside.
The boys in their early teens ran away laughing hard at what they had just done. Their laughter was soon interrupted and their hearts gripped by fear from a blast from of a shotgun. Mr Crabtree in anticipation of an impending flip of his toilet had decided to camp out inside the john until he no longer heard the joyful laughter of children making their rounds throughout the community trick or treating. He had loaded his shotgun with rat shot and when the toilet was flipped pulled the hammer back and shot in the direction of those pranksters running from his property.
The bird shot wouldn't kill but would penetrate the skin and pack a painful sting. One of my best friends happened to be in this group of hoodlums and got hit by several pellets from the shot fired by Mr Crabtree. He still laughs as recalls the evening. "I got home and while having been shot with bird shot, it was hard to conceal much less explain to my daddy." He said his daddy picked the bird shot out of his backside and applied alcohol and when the last pellet was removed, he not only got a stern lecture which he somewhat expected but a trip to the wood shed and a whipping with a leather strap.
Mr Crabtree never mentioned the episode of that Halloween but you know what, his toilet never was tipped over again.
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