My sister sent me a text message over the weekend asking what my plans for the afternoon were. This isn’t anything unusual, so I just answered honestly explaining I was headed to Springfield, Mo., to the PBR.
Her reply was, “Oh, well dad said you were coming over to eat squirrel with him and I’m not going to be around, so I was really mad.”
Not having talked to my dad I assumed he was just trying to get her all riled up because he knows we think of squirrel as a delicacy. But that’s just because he doesn’t hunt for them near as often as he used to when we were kids.
So I decided to turn the joke back around on my dad. I called the house but no one answered. So I left a message asking dad what time the squirrel would be ready.
A few hours later I get a call from my mom who was concerned that I would be heading over to the house expecting squirrel for supper. She frantically told me that dad had been at the sale barn all day and hadn’t had time to go squirrel hunting. She too was unaware of dad’s little prank.
What’s life if you can’t play jokes on your family? I’m still waiting for the call from dad that he has a mess of squirrels frying with fried potatoes and squirrel gravy waiting for me.
Best wishes,
