Dog day story number two......

Good Evening again. This is Mike coming to you live from his computer in his den. I've found a soft spot in my heart and decided not to hold you all in suspence about this next post. All this just goes to prove that I do indeed have a soft spot in my heart and that I'm not completely hard hearted. :-D I've decided to regale you all with another story about the young boy that was fortunate enough to spend some time at my house in a long ago summer. At the time of this story he'd recovered enough to start being ready to try new and different things. He'd mentioned at some point that he'd always heard about corn cob fights and wanted to try that. Dennis and I, being the kind and thoughtful young men that we were wanted desperately to fulfill his every dream and desire. So...we began to set the stage for a corn cob fight. The first of the preperations meant gathering up two five gallon buckets full of corn cobs. Then we took one bucket full of cobs and filled the bucket with water. We at that point had nothing to do till we'd allowed the cobs to soak for two or three days. At that point we poured out the water and the cobs and made sure the cobs were good and dirty. Then we set up two barricades and told him which he was assigned to. We even let him pick out the cobs he wanted to use. He, as we'd thought he would, chose the clean cobs. It just so happened that those were the dry ones too. Hey, it was his choice. Now let me explain to those of you not familar with corn cobs that cobs, as with most other things, when wet get heavy and limber. While that's the way wet cobs are, dry ones are very light and sort of float when thrown. With everything in place we took our places to begin the epic battle. Needless to say Dennis and I began to dominate the events of the battle. When we'd step out to throw a cob the young boy would hit us with one of his dry cobs. At the same time one of us would throw a wet one and listen for the sound of a wet and heavy cob hitting flesh. The sound went something like this "THOP" followed by a yelp from the general direction of the other barricade. Soon he began complain about the cobs hurting when he was hit. But, being determined to be brave about things he kept on throwing. After this went on for a while he decided he didn't like corn cob fights and wanted to do something else, to which we agreed. After all, we'd had as much fun with that as was there to be had. I remember that the welps from the hits that he took stayed in place for several days. One would think that after the experiences he'd had he would be leary about doing anything else we suggested, but he, after some recovery time, was ready to try something else. Our next plan was.....well....you'll have to come back in a few days to find out the next set of events. Ahhh...the joys of youth in the dog days of summer. .....and so it went.....