Just like you have been waiting on the latest installment of this story for pretty near three weeks, we also waited over three weeks for the skunks to show up and face the music.
We hit the field every chance we got in anticipation of an all-out war with the skunks . Day after day we waited. We checked the school, the Dairy Mart (we did see them there off and on – they were with “the girls”), and any other place we figured they might be. The only place we saw them was at school and the Dairy Mart. It didn’t make a lick of sense.
After more than three weeks waiting on a war, we decided they had gotten scared and were not gonna show up at all. We declared victory and the end of waiting. We scheduled a party at the field for the following Saturday.
Early that Saturday morning, we met at my house (it was two blocks from the field). Everybody was there except Larry who had been grounded for ten years (his Dad caught him smoking a cigarette). We made our victory lap pulling a cart full of Moon Pies™ and an RC Cola™. They was in a cooler that Gary borrowed from his big brother.
It was weird. When we got there, we found somebody had planted little red and yellow flags all over the place. As far as the eye could see, the flags (they was about a foot tall or so) were all over the field. Stewi thought maybe Larry had somehow gotten hold of all the flags somewhere and had planted them to celebrate (you’ll remember he was grounded). He was good about sneaking out of the house though.
Our party lasted all day. It was spectacular! After all the fuss we had been in, the field was ours and ours alone. We made plans to build a new fort over by the sorghum farm and make it our mission to keep tabs on the sorghum bull (see story elsewhere in this blog). It was gonna be a great summer.
The next day was Sunday and we spent the afternoon on the field. Monday found all of us at school. On the way home that day, Stewie (who lived across the street from the field and was the official weekday guard), rode up to us on his bike in a panic!! “Come quick!!” Stewie was a wink from crying. “You gotta see the field!” Something had to be wrong if Stewie was crying. He never cried.
We dumped our stuff on my front porch and raced the two blocks to the field. Even before we got there, I could see what had happened. The field was populated by bulldozers and dump trucks. They were tearing the place apart! We asked a man standing nearby what they were doing. “We’re gonna build houses here'” was all he said.
There it was. In one second, we lost everything. We were stunned. There was nothing left but to drown our sorrows in a Moon Pie and an RC Cola.
On second thought, we decided to go to the Dairy Mart. The girls were probably there….