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NONE OF THE CHILDREN COULD EVER REALLY FATHOM EXACTLY WHAT POOR JACK MAY HAVE DONE IN ORDER TO WARRANT THE CONSPICUOUS COLORIZATION OF HIS LITTLE BUSINESS.

CONSENSUS WAS, THAT JACK HAD PICKED UP A NERVOUS TICK, A PERSISTENT ITCH OR SOME APPREHENSIVE HABIT WHICH HE INCESSANTLY ATTEMPTED TO DISCHARGE. AFTER ALL, WORD WAS OUT THAT ST. PATRICK WAS COMING... AN EVENT WHICH HIS HALF SISTER NAUGHTY BETTY HAD HERALDED AS POTENTIALLY TERRIFYING.

WHATEVER JACK DID MUSTA BEEN SOMETHIN REAL BAD... SOMETHIN HE HAD DONE OVER AND OVER TILL THE LIMIT WAS REACHED... AND, LO, IT TURNED OUT THE LIMIT FIRST REACHED MRS. ROGERS!

SHE HAD BEEN MARKING PECAN TREES SCHEDULED FOR TRIMMING PRIOR TO SPRING. JACK HAD BEEN FOLLOWING HER... RIGHT ON HER HEELS, WHINING, JUMPING, SCRATCHING,NIPPING, HUMPING! BUT WHEN HE LIFTED HIS LEG? THAT'S WHAT DID IT! THAT WAS THE LAST STRAW FOR THE CAMEL!

ROGERS LEANED OVER, YANKED JACK UP UNDER ONE ARM AND SHOOK HER BRUSH AT HIM WITH THE OTHER; WARNED IF HE DID IT ONE MORE TIME, HIS DICK WAS GOIN GREEN!

THE FATHER HAD BEEN WATCHING IT ALL FROM HIS WINDOW NEAR THE TOP OF HIS TOWER... (HE LIKED TO WATCH)...