The Water Gun Caper
|by Y Lee Coyote|
Copyright on this story text belongs at all times to the original author only, whether stated explicitly in the text or not. The original date of posting to the MMSA was: 26 May 2010
I did this short (limit of 500 words) for the SSC2003 but never posted it here. Since the topic showed up in the forum, I'm correcting that now. It far from clear if Dennis would make this selection, but it is fun to imagine. There is actually a comic strip where he makes the other choice with his mother by Hank Ketcham.
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Dennis was completely thrilled with his new toy – the superduper long-range water gun. He was not terribly upset about the rules that came with it – not in the house (it was not any fun since it could shoot three times as far as the biggest room) and not at adults. He had not meant to hit Mr. Wilson. (He had been caught in the crossfire.) It really was an ac-ci-dent but Mr. Wilson nevertheless was madder than a wet hen.
It was even worse for his mother saw it happen from the porch and screamed. Sadly he drained it at her direction and knew what was going to happen. By the time he got it back some of the other kids would have them and he would no longer have the biggest gun with the greatest range around. And everyone would know he lost it. A few minutes later he was ringing Mr. Wilson's bell.
"Mr. Wilson, I'm very very, sorry that I got you wet." he blurted out. Mrs. Wilson, as always, insisted that he have some of her cookies but then went off leaving the men alone.
"I'm really very sorry that I got you wet" repeated Dennis, "Mom said that I'm to ask you to please hold..." (he was trying hard not to sob like a baby) "...to keep this for a while so I learn my lesson."
Mr. Wilson examined the toy weapon. He recalled the little tiny water pistols he had and how much fun they were. This certainly must be a zillon times better.
"What would your father have done if you shot an grown-up Mr. Wilson?" asked Dennis. "Would he have taken your water gun away."
"No, I don't think so, Dennis." The boy smiled. "He would have spanked me." Dennis stopped smiling and dropped into deep thought in his own private universe.
Mr. Wilson watched him intently. He was motionless like he was frozen in time with the half-eaten cookie halfway to his mouth for at least five minutes.
"Would you spank me rather than keeping the gun, Mr. Wilson; please."
It was the old man's turn to slip into his private universe where (for a change) he remembered being a boy and what was important and what was not. "OK, Dennis. I'll spank you but it will be for real."
Mr. Wilson, moved his chair back and Dennis moved over to his side with the toy. The straps were undone letting the overalls fall to the floor. The tighty-whites soon followed and Dennis was pulled over the waiting lap.
Dennis gripped his precious gun very tightly as Mr. Wilson's big hand spanked his bare bottom until it was cherry red. Try as he might, Dennis could not help but to cry.
Dennis headed home – his hot bottom very sore but hidden far less important than his superduper long-range water gun still in his possession. «Good ole Mr. Wilson could sometimes be a regular guy.»
© Copyright A.I.L. 21 July 2003
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