By Charles Towne
What I am about to relate happened many years ago in a galaxy far, far away so if you feel the need to chastise or criticize me for laughing please don’t.
My erstwhile and not very bright pal Buster and I had been hunting raccoons and were returning from our excursion when we came upon a barbed wire fence.
Now we all understand that there are different kinds of fences. There are barbed wire fences, chain link fences, rail fences as well as the generic, don’t fence me in fences.
On the night in question we had set out to catch a raccoon alive, don’t ask me why, but back then we were in the habit of doing hair-brained things without a reason or as one might say, on a whim.
Not that anything has really changed all that much.
One would probably do well to remember that whims can be very dangerous things and should be avoided whenever possible at least if said one has half the sense the good Lord gave a goofy gopher.
Buster was carrying the snarling, hissing, cursing, and very ticked off raccoon when we happened upon “The Fence”.
And by the way, some fences are very highly rated for their entertainment factor.
I noted what kind of fence it was and ducked under it. Buster, on the other hand, being somewhat diminished in the thinking department and otherwise not being the brightest light bulb in the pack stepped over the fence thus placing a very tender and sensitive portion of his anatomy in contact with said fence.
And here is where the entertainment factor enters the picture. Please keep in mind that what ensued next was funny to the extreme and wonderful to behold.
By this time I am sure that you have guessed that the fence in question was of the electric variety.
When Buster came in contact with that fence he began to do this very entertaining dance, sort of a jig, back and forth from one foot to the other, up and down all the while making this funny yelping sound like a scalded dog each time he came down on that infernal fence.
Come on, you know it was funny.
Not being too quick in the thinking department it took him awhile but he finally let loose of the raccoon which by this time was about as charged up as the energizer bunny on steroids minus the drum.
Unless I miss my guess, that poor old ‘coon didn’t stop running until it crossed the county line!
By the time Buster was able to extricate himself from the fence, I had to do some fast talking to calm him down because he didn’t think it was very nice of me for laughing the way I did.
You most likely think that I am mean, cruel and sadistic but it really was funny.
Sin is just like that electric fence ‘cause no matter how high you jump when you come back down it’s going to bite you and it doesn’t care where!
And make a difference, today
Charles Towne is first and foremost a Christian. An octogenarian, author, journalist, wildlife photographer, naturalist, caregiver, and survivor, his life has been and continues to be, a never-ending adventure filled with possibilities never imagined. He has adopted the philosophy that to Live fully, laugh uproariously, love passionately, and learn like there is no tomorrow, is a formula for a long and joy-filled life.