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MEG GIVING TOM HIS BOTTLE...LATE

FALL HAD COME, AND THE PECANS WERE FALLING AT BRENDA’S. ALL THE CHILDREN* WERE BUSY SCOOPING THEM UP, TAKING THEM INTO THE PROCESSING SHACK BEHIND BRENDA’S HOUSE, BANGING THEM WITH ROCKS, PRYING THE BITTER STUFF OUT FROM THE FISSURES OF THE NUT HALVES, SORTING... COUNTING... ARRANGING ONTO 8” SQUARES OF AUTUMN COLORED TULLE NETTING, GATHERING INTO LITTLE BAGS, AND TYING WITH SHORT LENGTHS OF RAFFIA...IT WAS AN UNCONTROLLED, LOUD, SMELLY DISASTER...

*ALL, THAT IS, WITH THE EXCEPTION OF TOM AND NAUGHTY BETTY. TOM WAS WAITING IN THE WOODS FOR HIS BOTTLE... NAUGHTY BETTY HAD BEEN MADE TO SIT IN A CORNER OF THE PROCESSING SHACK - HAVING BEEN CAUGHT WITH A CAMEL...

AND BECAUSE BETTY USUALLY MIXED TOM’S FORMULA, AND DELIVERED HIS BOTTLE, DELIVERY WAS LATE. THE HOLY FATHER (HAVING SEEN POOR TOM WAITING) HAD SENT A MESSAGE FOR MEG TO STAND IN FOR BETTY... AND SHE DID...

SO, TO MAKE A VERY LONG STORY SHORT, MEG TOLD TOM THE LEVEL OF FORMULA CONTAINED IN TOM’S BOTTLE HAD BEEN REDUCED DUE TO THE FORMULA HAVING BEEN MADE FROM CARNATIONS EVAPORATED MILK... TOM HAD SMELLED A LARGE RAT...

ONE WOULD HAVE HAD TO AT LEAST HALFWAY BEEN THERE IN ORDER TO UNDERSTAND...