Swinging from the Rafters

The sequel to The Conniving Cousins , we just had to see what kind of trouble they get into! 


“Grayson and Mason are having fun with their cousin Arthur being here! He may be older than them, but he sure is young at heart and quite sly!” 

Sarah and Cara were walking through the fall leaves in the park. “Oh, believe me, I know. I had to be on my guard at work before with Mason, but now its Double Trouble when Arthur comes to the diner. I am glad that my husband  and your husband, Grayson are at work during the day. Some days Tippner and Old Man Fuzzywhistle come in when Arthur is there and I about lose my mind. Don’t need all of them there!” 

Today Arthur and Tippner were both there. Arthur tricked me into thinking he had cut himself with a sharp knife that I had accidentally left on the table. Tippner was frantically waving me over to the table. When I got there Arthur had what I thought was a bloody napkin wrapped around his bloody finger.  I ran to the back room to get band aids and come out to the table to find Mason standing there.  He asked me what the band aids were for, and I said how Arthur cut his finger. Only then did I notice that there was no “bloody” napkin anymore and Arthur’s finger looked totally fine, no cut at all! That crazy nut, had put ketchup all over the napkin and his finger! They all were laughing about it for the rest of the afternoon.  It had been Tippner’s genius idea, what one doesn’t think of, the other does.  Where is Jenny the donkey, when you need her? ” Cara asked making Sarah laugh. 

“That would be fun, having Arthur meet Jenny, but I am afraid she went home. She was only here visiting Betsy for awhile. But hey, we are smart and capable to deal with pranksters. aren’t we?”

“Ahh! Indeed we are!” grinning impishly they conspired together as they continued their walk. 

The pranks continued through the week. Arthur was having a ball. He had fun putting clever signs on Sarah and Cara’s vehicles when they were at work. At the end of the work day one of them would come out to see a group of townspeople gathered around their car laughing at whatever new, embarrassing message Arthur had displayed. He would write it on a huge piece of cardboard and place it on the hood of their cars. There were also the times that their cars would be decorated with with whatever he could find. He once had a potty chair on the roof of Cara’s car. He must have “borrowed” it from the retirement home!  He was something else, but you couldn’t get mad at him, for he was such a likable guy and had so many stories to tell. 

They had many fun conversations with him. Sarah and Cara did enjoy teasing him about Charlotte. Cara had called Julie and she was a great help at giving them some info to surprise Arthur with. He took it well. He knew how to dish it out and how to take some bites of humble pie. No matter how they tried though, they could not get him to try the Shoo-fly pie. Of course Tippner and Mason were no help with that either. They knew a lot of people liked it, but they enjoyed making jokes about it more. 

The week had flown by and it was Arthur’s last day in the unique town of Bittersweet Creek. He did look forward to seeing his friends back home, but he knew this would not be the last time in Bittersweet Creek. Renewing his relationship with his cousins Mason and Grayson was a highlight of his week. They promised that they would come visit him. They teased him about  wanting to meet Charlotte, Arthur gave Cara a look, and she couldn’t keep the smug smile off of her face. 

Old Man Fuzzywhistle had invited all of them over to his farm that night. It had been a relaxing time of celebrating friendship. Amanda and Lisette joined them as well much to Sarah and Cara’s joy. Mason couldn’t deny his pleasure at seeing Amanda either. 

To Mason’s embarrassment Arthur made a toast to Mason and Grayson, sharing stories from when they were young. Sarah’s eyes danced with merriment looking at Grayson, and Amanda couldn’t refrain from laughing at Mason’s slightly red face. Oh, she would be sure to remember some of the stories for when she needed something to tease him about. Cara had already told her the toupee story, which she had a good laugh about. 

After the meal, the ladies cleaned up and were in the kitchen doing the dishes when the guys went out to the barn. 

About 15 minutes later the ladies heard the screen door to the farm house open and they all looked at each other expectantly. 

“Mission accomplished, ladies!” Joshua and his Uncle made a bow and the ladies cheered. 

“You guys are Awesome! Come to the diner tomorrow for a free meal.” Cara said. “Now why don’t we all go to the barn and pay some men a visit.” 

When they opened the doors of the barn what a sight to see, “monkeys” swinging from the rafters and they were “squawking!” Well not real monkeys, but the crazy pranksters were swinging from a big net that Joshua and his Uncle Jake had thrown down. 

The ladies had tears streaming down their faces, as they snapped pictures with their phones. 

Joshua’s  uncle spoke up and said, “It may sound strange, but that cow standing over there acted like it was helping us! She knocked them off their feet into the hay, making it easier for the net to get around them.” 

“Nope, doesn’t sound strange at all, Betsy is a special cow, who likes to help out a lot.” 

After letting the guys swing for a little while, they were nice enough to have Joshua and his Uncle let them down. They had a bonfire with S’mores and Arthur tried to tell scary ghost stories, but he was too funny to be scary. 

It had been a fabulous Fall evening as everyone bid goodnight, leaving Mason and Amanda sitting out under the stars. 

Cara felt good about how things had turned out, they had got even, without Jenny’s help. No one was turned into a duck. The only thing that left her feeling a little uneasy was the look that she saw pass between Mason, Bard and Arthur. Sarah had also seen the wink that Grayson gave Tippner. But she wasn’t going to worry, time would tell. 

When she and Bard got to their car, Cara pulled something out of a bag and handed it to Bard. “Would my monkey like a banana?” she asked with a teasing grin. 







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