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Tales from WannaBea Farm
Such a beautiful spring day, the weather was gorgeous, the sun shining, perfect temperature, and a gentle breeze blowing. I was singing softly to myself as I drove around town, doing my weekly errands. Sachet was curled up on the seat beside me, her tail wrapped around her so that she just looked like a big ball of fur. I turned into the bank drive way, passing the new addition they were working on. The small town was growing and the bank was trying to keep up with it, so soon we would have a new, covered window along with a vacuum tube island for a second car would be able to take care of two cars at once. But the new windows were not finished yet, so there were several cars in front of me. As I waited my turn I reached over and rubbed the top of Sachet’s head, her fur was so soft and silky. She yarned and stretched before crawling over into my lap and curling up again. Sitting there in the car, I thought about Levi, my horse. He loved to come to the bank, trotting right up to the push out drawer at the drive through and nuzzling it with his nose until Kathy pushed it open and he would then daintily pick up the sugar cube that he knew he would find there. Kathy and all the tellers loved him and kept the sugar cubes there by the window just for him. Once I had tried to ride past the bank on a day that it was closed and he refused to pass the driveway, instead he decided to stop traffic by having a one horse, one woman rodeo right out in the middle of a busy, state highway at 5:00 pm. What a ride! The car in front of me finally concluded its business and I moved up to the window. Kathy smiled and greeted me as she pushed the drawer out. I reached for my deposit that I had stuck under my leg, disturbing Sachet as I did, giving me and idea. A BAD IDEA! Kathy had her head turned, talking to someone else, not watching me, so instead of my deposit, I picked Sachet up and deposited her into the drawer. “Okay,” I said and Kathy automatically pulled the drawer shut, startling Sachet and all hell broke loose in the bank. If you’ve never seen a startled skunk, I’m here to tell you, it is an awesome sight. They don’t care much for their own perfume so before they spray, they will usually, but not always put on a show to warn their victims. Her fluffy, black and white tail went straight up in the air, along with her back feet, giving her the appearance of being three times bigger than what she actually was and she chattered away, making little cricket chirps as she danced and stomped on her front feet. Kathy and her co-workers were screaming, the customers and the other employees thought it was a bank robbery and I was thinking, “Omigod, what have I done? How am I going to get out of this?” “She’s a pet, she’s a pet,” I screamed and thankfully the bank president, who was also my land lord, recognized Sachet the same time she recognized him. The made a beeline for him, instinctively knowing that he was a safe haven. Picking her up, he eventually calmed both the customers and employees who then all wanted to pet her. After all was calm, we went into his office where he tried to chastise me and explain what the consequences of my act could have caused, but unfortunately he was not able to keep a straight face and kept bursting out laughing, reminding me of my father. I made up my mind that day that if I ever decided to rob a bank that the next day’s headlines would read: BANK ROBBERY BY SKUNK! Read my other stories at www.leoncountytoday.com Joyce welcomes comments at jdstark18@yahoo.com |
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