Genre: Humour
She was supposed to slip on the bannana peel, fall onto the whoopie cushions, and notice the fake poop under the rental cow, who would be sitting next to her.
That's not what happened.
The whole family had prepared this for her, well, in spirit if not in fact, and I had even chipped in on renting the cow.
See, Mila would always prank the rest of us and laugh uproariously about it after. That had always been the way of things. But at breakfast a week ago, after being convinced that the greens Mila had bought were actually garden moss, dad had finally had enough.
"I think it's time we were the ones laughing. don't you guys think?"
Mom had already left for work and taken the boys to kindergarden and Mila had left for work too. It was just me.
"We'd be happy to! I think mom especially would love the idea!"
This was sarcasm, as he should have seen. My mother isn't the pranking sort.
But dad was too far into his head to notice my sarcasm or the fact that I was speaking for empty space. He eagerly began to plan, never noticing that I was the only one at the table. He even canceled work and rented a huge chalkboard to draw his plans on. But then he realized that there would be no way to hide it. So he returned it to the chalkboard rental agency, much to my disappointment.
I watched with much interest as lightbulbs went off in his unfathomable mind, causing him to say, "Aha!"
He started to get the whoopie cushions out of the closet, then flinched in disgust.
"Eww, poop! Wait, no, it's fake poop! I'll have to find a way to get this in."
Mom was mystified at all the significant glances and smiles he threw at us the next day, and when he brought up renting a cow she frowned and said "This is sudden, but I guess I wouldn't mind some fresh milk."
I then heard mom casually mention it to Mila, ruining the planned surprise.
Once we got the cow home we realized that we had nowhere to put it, so we let it roam around the neighborhood in the hopes it would find its way back.
It didn't- but it did find its way into the news, and new rules were immediately implemented by the cow rental agencies as a response to the controversy.
And when the day he had planned to prank came, dad realized that we didn't have a banana peel.
"Drat, I assumed it would be so easy to get ahold of! We'll just have to use the fake poop as an object for her to slip on." said dad, vexed.
But it so happened that mom was home early that day.
She was the one to slip on the fake poop and land on the whoopie cushions.
"What is this," she said, and I knew we were in for it.
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Iliana Sarigo (ilianasarigo) is the author of several books/stories including:
The Dragons Tale
Why can't we sell the volcano
When goals meet
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