Hey everbody. This is your pal Wally. Sharpie figgered out right when he thought I had mischef in mind for Hallereen. I thunk up a plan to get old IMR's goat.
I told you how nobody ever tricker treats IMR cause he waits for em with a hose. Well, I allowed as how I would creep up to his house and perl harbor him good. I brung a bucket of water to let him see how wet close felt on a cold Hallereen night. I started out with my jackel lantern punkin head, but figgered I never could get it in a winder. So I poked a couple of eye holes in my candy sack and put that on insted.
When I snuck up to the house I seen old IMR snoozin in his chair with the TV on. I heard him mumblin somethin that sounded like, "Somebody let the cows out, Mother. I'll try to fetch them home before they drown." Then I knowed he was asleep. I was just prying open the window behind him, when I heard a big SWOOSH. Then somethin whacked me up side the head so hard that my head riccoshaed off the winder frame. I don't know which one hurt worse the first lick or the rebound, and while I was studyin about it I got whacked again. KERPAYA my head bounced off the winder frame again. I fell down that time and then I seen IMR's galfriend Clover with a broom in her hands and blood in her eye. My years was ringin but I heard her a cussin burglers and such and my feet seen that my head was addled and took over on there own. I was nearly out of the driveway when I herd Clover say, "Git him, Rip." I was happy that my sack had stayed on my head, and I was just gettin into high gear when my own dog grabbed me by the seat of my britches. I was still makin good time with a feist dog hangin from my rump when my belt give out and dog, pants and all hit the ground and throwed me down. I must have hollered when my nose dug a ditch in IMR's driveway and I guess Rip reconized who it was so he let go. I herd Clover laughin. If I hadn't been wearin drawers, it would have been scandelous.
I managed to get my britches up and run the rest of the way home. The next day I went up to IMR's and Clover was still tellin how she had stopped a burgler from burglerated the house. Old IMR set there and bragged on Clover. Then he said, "Wally that burglar dropped right smart of candy around the side of the house. Would you like to have it?" That old goat.
your pal,
Wally (and Rip too)
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