Yo, Was that a Yodel that Hit my Door?!?

Ahhhh, the good ol' days: hangin' out with friends, sittin' on the front steps shootin' the breeze (and maybe a raccoon or two with the Gotcha Paintball gun),











playin' flashlight tag (at night of course), eatin' Yodels, and then taking a Yodel and hucking it at your neighbor's front screen door.

At least that's what one of my friends did one night, as we were walking up the hill, and it made such a loud clang that we knew it must have stirred the inhabitants, so we all just instinctively ran. We scattered: Nick ran up the hill; Jason ran down the hill; and I ran across the street and hid alongside a rock wall. Sure enough old man Stethington (changed name to protect the innocent) came blasting out of the house - flashlight in hand. He beamed that sucker right in my direction, but he never saw me. Then he proceeded to patrol the sidewalks, skulking up and down, but he never found for what he was looking - for we were too covert to be discovered.

I'm not sure if he ever figured out who threw that Yodel, but I'm sure he had his suspicions.

~~ David Misbehavid