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story about one of our first adventures with other humans -OR- the handbag prank
one of my first memories of interaction with the outside world was the testing of unknown humans around me.  my first prank wasn't even original.  I’d seen something like it on television, on Candid Camera probably.  the only difference was that they’d used a wallet.  anyway, I decided on a womans handbag.  one of my moms handbags that had been sitting in the basement was just the ticket.  it looked good and would be a great decoy.

Dave and I found a good street corner.  it had a nice thick hedge and an escape route in case there was someone who didn't think that this was as funny as we did.  I had a couple of dollar bills from my birthday money stash as bait, the leather handbag, a spool of fishing line and an inordinate amount of mischief.  before we even started to enact the ruse, Dave and I were laughing uncontrollably just thinking of the prank we’d play and the excitement we were about to share with total strangers.

we taped the dollar bills inside the handbag, so that they would protrude from the opening. Dave figured it would look better if we bent the bills, since this would make it look like there were twice as many of them. they wouldn't stick out as far he pointed out, but there would be more of them. then poking a hole through the bottom of the bag, we got a small piece of tree branch, threaded the clear fish line through the hole and after wrapping it around the stick a few times tied it several times with our best granny knots.

making sure that we were not being watched, we placed the bag on the curb at the stop sign. we then made sure that the bills were easily seen and that the bag was hanging off the curb. that done, we retired to our hiding places in the hedge, to munch o'henry bars and make young boys in anticipation of high comedy noise and banterings. after a few "this is going to be goods", and other similar comments, our first customer appeared. the car slowed down at the stop sign, didn't stop, then pulled away without even noticing or giving the bag a look. Dave said he thought we should have used a more brightly colored bag. I told him it would work and that some people didn't see things on the sidewalk or even in the street, because that's how dogs and cats got hit. and our handbag wasn't even moving.

after a couple more cars went by, without a second look, Dave volunteered to go home and get a bright colored scarf, to give the trap some "hey, look at this", he said. in no time at all he came back with the scarf, a bright red silk one, with flowers all over it and we situated it under the bag so it was trailing out into the street. after this we resumed our hiding places.

the next car came almost immediately. an older man was behind the wheel. it was a large station wagon with the extra seat in the back like  the country squire at home. as he pulled up to the stop sign, we saw him looking at the bag. we were laughing, holding our hands over our mouths. this was great. the man behind the wheel took his hat off and put it on the dash of his car, moved the shifter, and then looked in his rear view mirror and all around. and then again, looked all around. he then opened the door and as soon as he wasn't looking as he was getting out of the car and walking around it to the curb, looking everywhere around him, we pulled the bag to safety under the hedge. he walked up to where the bag was supposed to be, but now there was only the scarf. he looked up and down the curb, over at the hedge where we were hiding, then picked up the scarf and looked under it, and then looked at it. "God dammit, what the .....". he put the scarf in his pocket, got in his car and took off. "what are we going to do?", Dave said. "tape the scarf to the bag next time I said". "well, I can't get another scarf until tomorrow". we decided to go get a soda and plan our next handbag incident.

the next day, we figured we were ready for bear. Dave had donated 2 brightly colored silk kerchiefs, one orange and one yellow. I had raided my cigar box, (the one I kept on the shelf near poppa rat) for a couple more dollars to make the bait a little better. we taped the extra money to the other money, folding it all and kinking it to make it look like a sizeable wad. we tied the orange kerchief to the bag. this kerchief looked like it was on fire except for the little balloons that were flying around bouncing into each other all over it. we poised it on the corner of the curb so that the scarf was in the street, and the bills were fluttering in the wind. we bent them a little so they would look good and would take up as much space as possible. Dave was convinced that for realism, there should be some change scattered around in the gutter and the street, so we strategically positioned some pennies, nickles and dimes. we were ready.

the first car was driven by a young woman. she looked at the handbag, and crept up to the stopsign taking years. she then did what we had seen the man the day before do, she looked in her rear view mirror, then across the street. then the other way across the street. then in her rear view mirror again. Dave asked me, "do you think they look around to see if the owner is near, or just to check if anybody is watching?". I admitted that I didn't really know, and that if he wanted he could ask her. we both laughed, but quieted down suddenly as she got out of the car.
Dave pulled the bag with the kerchief trailing after it as quickly as he could. this time though, the bag was just barely sneaking its way under the hedge as the young woman rounded her car. she was looking right though the hedge at us moving her head back and forth trying to see who or what was on the other side. the scarf was trailing after the bag like a tail on fire. I was laughing so hard I could hardly breathe as dave started barking like a dog. she was immediately smiling and asking us if we would bite. she came over to the hedge as we were running for our lives barking back and asking, "then I guess all the change in the street is mine, right?" that was the last we heard as we rounded the corner and kept running and laughing until we were blocks away. Dave said, "did you see that look on her face when she saw that the bag was crawling into the hedge?" "I thought she was going to scream until she started smiling at us", I said. we agreed that this was just as good as any game of baseball or marbles.

we went back after going to the local mom and pop store and getting a couple of root beers and packages of peanuts. sure enough, she had taken all the change. we scattered some more change around and set the bag up real pretty. then we tossed the stick with the fishing line wrapped around it through the hedge and took our places. a little breeze came up and moved the money, and there was something about the money moving, and both of us looking at each other at the same time that started us laughing again.

another car with an older person went right by. Dave was worried that we hadn't "set it up right", and so he went out and made sure everything looked good. he was sure that the driver had been near sighted, because he said it looked the best it ever had. we ate peanuts and drank rootbeer and talked about mickey mantle and roger maris and whitey ford. during a heated discussion about whether mantle or maris was the home run king of all times (except for "the babe" of course) our next customer arrived.

the next car was a guy with an orioles cap on. we could hear the radio. he didn't see the bag until right before he started slowing for the stop sign. he did the same thing they all did. looked in the rear view mirror. looked across the street, looked the other way across the street. looked in his rearview mirror again. got out of the car and lit a cigarette. as he was lighting the cigarette Dave was pulling the bag to us like the madman he was, laughing under his breath. this time though, it was all wrong. the guy heard the bag scratching its way along the concrete and turned to watch it sneak into the hedge. he threw his cigarette and pulled his hat down tight on his head, in one motion. I thought, uh oh. as we were moving as fast as we could and getting up with the bag choking on our laughter, we could hear him yelling, "hey you, hold it right the f__k there, HOLD IT!" like we were going to listen to him. the chase was on. as we were moving as fast as we could, knocking our bottles over, and taking off in the opposite direction he was coming from, we could hear him coming right through the hedge at us. he didn't even take the time to go around it. I could hear Dave whimpering behind me as the sound of our running footsteps echoed between the houses of the yards we were running through. I heard a "hey, you can't run through there!", and that just helped me to move a little quicker. I could hear Dave right behind me making little noises each time his breath went in and out. I could also hear some other heavier footsteps getting closer and closer. just as I thought that I was going to feel a big hand reach out and grab my neck, or feel Dave crash into me, we reached the place where the two fences met, the two really tall fences that had a gap between them that we could just barely squeeze our way through. I hit that hole like greased kid. tore my shirt scratched my arm. Dave was sniveling and made one little squeal, but was right behind me. I heard something rip big as he pushed me and then fell as he came through the gap.

the big stomping footsteps and the body that they were attached to hit the gap between the fences with a sound that was like thunder. one big hairy arm reached through the fence grabbing air and flailing as he screamed some things I had never heard before. he kept ending all his screams with something and something and something else YOU LITTLE FREAKING BASTARDS. but the word he used wasn't freaking. his speech was broken and he was thrashing at the gap in the fence, but it didn't let him go. all of a sudden, like a miracle, his hat blew through the gap and landed right on this side of the fence. I reached down grabbed it, helped Dave up who was sitting on the ground watching our new friend waving at us, and ran like the wind all the way home.

as I was sitting on the back porch, I found myself thinking that I'd never ever seen anyones eyes bugging out of their heads the way our new friends were when I picked up his hat and smiled at him. just before I helped Dave get up. Daves eyes were bugging out too. they looked like brothers, or something. I was laughing so hard all the way to my house that my side started hurting. while I was laughing, and Dave was making the little weasing noises and starting to laugh too, I turned the oriole cap over and over in my hand thinking that, now here was an unexpected treat. it was brand new and didn't even have any sweat stains or dirt on it yet. I didn't know if I'd ever wear it, but it would make a nice little pillow for poppa rat to sleep on. I took my yankee hat off and held them side by side, wondering if we would ever try the handbag trick again.

I didn't think so.

Dave and I saw his car around the neighborhood a few times that week, he was always driving around slow, like he wanted to play the game again.

we didn't think so.

we made ourselves scarce, laughing and reminding each other of how our new friend had looked with his eyes bugging out of his head. the same color as the scarf and the oriole cap.

weeks later we saw his car parked a couple of blocks away. we decided it was only fair to remind him of the fun we'd had. we went to our fort out behind Daves and got the handbag and the orange scarf, in case he didn't recognize the handbag. we put a note, the orange scarf, and a couple of dollars in the handbag and threw it through the open window of his car as we bicycled by. we were laughing like hyenas. Dave kept asking me if I was going to give the oriole hat back too. I thought about how happy poppa rat looked while he was sleeping in it. I told Dave,

I didn't think so.
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