Knot Holes

lula gregory flynn

Knot Holes

 

 

            The weather was getting nice and warm so Anne and I decided to pay Hazel this promised visit.  It was a nice long walk and very pleasant.

            After we had rested for sometime, Hazel showed us through her nice new home.  We passed from one room to another.  Finally, we came to the dinning room.  Last we came to the kitchen.

            A knot hole caught my gaze.  It was all the way through the wall and afforded a good view of the dining room.  Oh, how I wished the knot hole was in the house at home.  Wouldn’t I have fun? 

            The knot hole was forgotten until the lunch hour came.  It happened that I was seated facing the kitchen.  Something told me to look toward the kitchen.  What did I see, a pair of eyes staring at me, and just as I looked these eyes moved out of sight.  About the time I gained my composure, here the eyes came again.  My bites of food got larger and larger.  I just had to take another peep.  The eyes were there again.  I decided it was useless to try to eat my dessert, because the knot hole held too much attraction for me.  At this round of the game, I heard someone run and I was left wonder who owned the eyes and who had run away.

            I brooded over my experience with the knot hole for sometime and my family moved to a big two-story farm house.  Much to my surprise, I found a knot hole right there in a closet.  After a thorough investigation, I found that the knot hole could be used for my purpose from one bedroom to the other, and now to get set for the right time to come. 

            I found a large bottle with a long neck.  Next I was to find a long string.  After I had this material I hurried upstairs, opened the closet door and tied the string around the neck of the bottle.  I gently placed the bottle against the wall and stuffed my string through the knot hole.  Then I closed the closet door and went to my bedroom to adjust the string.  Now I was to wait for an appropriate time. 

            The first night was too soon to see if this plan of mine would work.  My sisters were having what seemed to be an interesting gab session.  I felt so lonely and they seemed so happy.  Just wait though!

            The next night the same pattern was followed.  Oh, now was the time.  I began to gently pull the string and the bottle started its journey up the wall.  Everything grew quiet and one of my sisters said, “What was that?”  I waited until they resumed their conversation.  I started the bottle up the wall again.  One of my sisters said, “There it is again.”  You just stop that.  Then the bottle started traveling up the wall again.  The light came on and the search was on.  Oh, my knot hole was discovered.  Here they came and what a tongue lashing I got and my precious bottle was taken away, but it was fun while it lasted.

                                                By: Lula Gregory Flynn

           

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