Moonshiners' Regrets

 

 

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Pamela had always been a gregarious child, her grandma said with just a bit of pride.  Grandpa called her “Munchkin” which made her laugh, because she was anything but small or weak.  Tall as a man and just as strong, Pamela could handle just about any physical challenge.

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The moonshiners in the back woods often tippled back a few samples of their work, which set them carousing and singing bawdy songs at the top of their lungs.  One afternoon, Grandpa mentioned that he wished them ne’er do wells would get their comeuppance someday.  Pamela considered his words.

When dusk was just dipping, Pamela wrapped herself in a burlap sack and darkened her face with charcoal.  Gazing about the barn, she noticed some ancient tools and buckets.  There in the corner was a rusted bed pan that Aunt Pitty had used before she died.

 

 

Armed with the pan, Pamela crept silently up to the camp where the carousing men were staggering around.  She leapt from the brush with a roar.  Stunned, the men were speechless as Pamela battered them with the bed pan until some fainted. 

“GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE!” Pamela roared.  They ran.

Pamela destroyed the still and jars of moonshine.

There would be no more carousing near Grandpa’s farm. She did keep one jar for Grandma's Christmas pudding.

P.S.  Oh, Delores!  You were messing with our minds! 

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This is from 2012. My mom said that her dad had a still in the woods, which made Grandma really mad.