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As I looked down river for my uncle, I saw him floating and laughing so hard he was about to fall out of his inner tube. I expressed my displeasure at his laughter with a few selected hand gestures and paddled past him to the sand bar where we got out of the water. My uncle gave me all the excuses that he could think of for not warning me about the snake's nest. He laughingly said, "They weren't big enough to bite; they weren't big enough to be poisonous, and they were more afraid of you than you were of them."
He didn't know just how much I didn't like snakes; therefore, his excuses did little to slow my racing heartbeat and resolve my anger at him for laughing at me. I was still calling him names that were not repeatable in mixed company, as my grandma would say, as we walked through the woods back to the road. We came out onto the road and I made a deal with my uncle. Since he had gotten so much pleasure from my trip to the snake pit, I would enjoy it even more if he walked the two miles to the bridge to get the truck while I rested from my ordeal. My uncle felt that this was an acceptable trade-off since he would rather I didn't mention to my grandfather, that he didn't warn me about the snakes.
My uncle is not a bad person. We did this kind of stuff to each other all the time. There was this one time that I took him snipe hunting. Well that is another story.
Potato Peelings
Adam Q. Cutshaw
Ode to the potato peelings, who look so
juicy but dry and dirty at the same time.
As I grasp these grimy, slimy peelings they feel as if
I were grabbing dust covered slices of lime.
These peelings give off a sweet but earthen
smell which gets more horrid with time.
Shu-flump shu-flump is the sound the peelings make as the
knife slides through and the peelings fall like a dropped dime.
If these peelings were to be eaten the
flavor would be sweet, juicy and grime.
Long live these roots covered in slime.
He didn't know just how much I didn't like snakes; therefore, his excuses did little to slow my racing heartbeat and resolve my anger at him for laughing at me. I was still calling him names that were not repeatable in mixed company, as my grandma would say, as we walked through the woods back to the road. We came out onto the road and I made a deal with my uncle. Since he had gotten so much pleasure from my trip to the snake pit, I would enjoy it even more if he walked the two miles to the bridge to get the truck while I rested from my ordeal. My uncle felt that this was an acceptable trade-off since he would rather I didn't mention to my grandfather, that he didn't warn me about the snakes.
My uncle is not a bad person. We did this kind of stuff to each other all the time. There was this one time that I took him snipe hunting. Well that is another story.
Potato Peelings
Adam Q. Cutshaw
Ode to the potato peelings, who look so
juicy but dry and dirty at the same time.
As I grasp these grimy, slimy peelings they feel as if
I were grabbing dust covered slices of lime.
These peelings give off a sweet but earthen
smell which gets more horrid with time.
Shu-flump shu-flump is the sound the peelings make as the
knife slides through and the peelings fall like a dropped dime.
If these peelings were to be eaten the
flavor would be sweet, juicy and grime.
Long live these roots covered in slime.