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WEEK 305
"I thought that stuff on the yard was snow," Mary said, "until the sun came up and I saw that it is really..."

...eggs, an whole lot of 'em. Mother I told you this would happen if you gave toothbrushes on Halloween again."

Mary's mother, Gertrude, a dentist by trade, looked at Mary sternly, and said, "They should be thanking me, I'm the only one watching out for them."

"Mother, they don't see it that way; they just see you as Gertrude that crazy lady with nice breath, that just doesn't get Halloween."

"You think they notice my breath?"

"Mom, you re like a walking mint tree."

Gertrude now has a smile on her face, "That's cause of the brushing."

"I know, Mom, now let's go pick up that mess."

Gertrude and Mary are greeted by the smell of rotten eggs as they open the door.

"Hey crazy lady!!" hiding kids shout as they throw eggs.

As the eggs get closer to Gertrude's face, she smiles thinking, It worked, they all brushed.

Splat!!!

by Ryan Hixson, Chattanooga, TN

...popcorn."

"There's popcorn on the yard?" Stanley asked.

"Yep, it's covering our yard and the entire neighborhood."

"How is that possible?"

"I don't know," Mary replied, opening her cupboard to retrieve a large bowl, "but I'm going to hit the couch and watch movies all week!"

by Phillip Lynne, Knoxville, TN

...toilet paper. I know. But it wasn't me." As soon as it left his mouth, Kenny knew protesting wouldn't get him off the hook.

His mother glared, as only mothers can. "None of MY forty-year-old penny-pinching friends would waste bathroom tissue like that."

Kenny tried another approach. Putting on his best "poor me" face, he softened his voice, "Friends wouldn't and none of my forty-year-old penny-pinching ENEMIES would waste bathroom tissue, either!"

His father's head poked out from around the Times-Herald News. "Don't even THINK about blaming my acquaintances..."

"But..."

"But, nothing! Forty-five-year-old guys don't do that anymore. We REMEMBER being 13 year old guys who had to waste an entire morning cleaning up the yard!"

by Ric Hardson, USA

...just a sifting of flour."

Since moving to Baker City, Mary was continually surprised by its unusual weather patterns.

Measuring cups lined up along the sidewalk yesterday morning made no sense until the forecasted "80 percent chance of sprinkles" arrived.

Snatching a mug and rushing outside, Mary made it just in time to catch a scant quarter cup of sparkling sugar falling from the sky.

Scooping flour into her bowl, Mary noticed her neighbors. Mr. Tartley was shaking the apple tree while his wife stood beneath, catching drifting flour in her outspread apron.

Mary called out, "Convenient, isn't it? With holiday baking?"

Giggling, Mrs. Tartley nodded enthusiastically. "Ready for tonight? We heard on the Baker City Hot Line there'll be a light dusting of cinnamon!"

by Daphne Rice, Portland, OR