Posted 12-3-2001

The night time air in Mother G was cold and crisp. The eastern sky revealed an orange glow that would soon make way to a dark, majestic full moon. As the camp fire sang its delightful song of snaps and crackles, Slappy couldn't help but notice how beautiful Mrs. McDuner looked as she sat in her lounge chair next to the McSlappmachine, and just across the fire from Slappy. She slowly sipped a cup of hot cocoa, and stared into the fast rising full moon. She looked absolutely striking. A feint call from Mr. Great Horned Owl could be heard off in the distance. This was a perfect night, and with this perfect night came a golden memory that took Slappy way back to when he met Mrs. McDuner for the first time.

It was also a full moon night, the air cold and crisp. Slappy and Willy was out on the streets cruising double on Slappy's brand new, gold frame, Schwinn Scrambler bicycle. However, it was Slappy's turn to ride on the handlebars, and the person riding the handlebars never has any fun. We was young kids having a beautimus time when Willy got this crazy idea to go down Hang Man's Hill, the steepest, gnarliest hill in the neighborhood; 200 yards long with a sharp 90 degree left turn at the bottom. "Willy, what the hell do you think your doing" the Slapster had to yell, "Your heading for Hang Man's Hill, STOP!"
"Hold still Slappy", Willy said, "We're gonna make it this time." Willy was determined to go down Hang Man's Hill, but Slappy sure wish dat Willy was sittin on da handlebars instead of him. Our speed picked up as we crested the hill, and whoooooosh, down we went, faster and faster. "Slow down Willy, we're never gonna make the turn." There was no slowing Willy down. We were gonna crash, and Slappy prepared for it. The turn came quicker than expected, and just as Slap said, we crashed. The front tire and rim folded in half as it hit the street curb head on at the apex of the turn, sending Slappy sailing into a large, stinging Bogenvilla Bush, and slamming into a wooden fence just on the other side.

The next thing Slappy remembered was lying on his back, staring straight into the most beautimus eyes he'd ever seen, the eyes of Natasha Jackson, the future Mrs. McDuner. "Are you all right" she said, "You could have been killed." Her gentle lips and soft voice easily drowned out the stinging pain that came from a deep cut on Slappy's forehead that would eventually need 14 stitches. She was an angel sent from heaven to ease Slappy's pain. She then quickly turned to Willy and said, "What were you trying to do to him, kill him? Poor thing, and he's so cute." Yeah, she was an angel alright.

As Slappy daydreamed, he was quickly awakened, and shot back to reality by a piercing, screeching loud voice, "SLAPPY" Mrs. McDuner said, "GET OFF YOUR AS$ AND GET ME SOME MORE HOT COCOA...AND PUT SOME MORE WOOD ON THE FIRE, IT'S STARTING TO DIE DOWN". Oh yea, Slaps angel alright. Slappy stood up and slowly walked to the wood pile. He put his hand on his forehead, feeling the scar that was placed there years ago on that memorable day, and said, "Sweety, what do you say we go for a ride on the McSlappmachine tomorrow, you can ride on the handlebars."

ALWAYS WEAR A HELL-MUT!!!!

Classic one Slappy. Peace