Snasty is up to his old tricks.
“Miz Tilly, do you know why I pulled you over,” Officer Lon Anderson asked the lady driver.
“I have no idea! I’m late!”
“May I have your license and registration, ma’am?” Anderson continued.
“Not until you tell me why you stopped me, you young whippersnapper!” Tilly barked at him.
“You ran the stop sign back there,” Anderson told her, pointing to the intersection she’d just come through.
“That wasn’t there a minute ago!”
“Miss Tilly, that sign’s been on that intersection since the mayor’s last election!” the officer said patiently as he began to write her a ticket.
“I’m tellin’ you Lon. That wasn’t there when I drove through it. I’m a church-goin’ woman and I don’t lie!”
“Sorry, it’s my job,” Lon told her as he handed her the ticket.
She snatched it from his hand and sped off.
Officer Anderson tipped back his hat and scratched his head.
“That’s the third time that’s happened today there. I better investigate a little.”
He wandered over to the sign and pushed on it. It didn’t move. Then he pulled on it. Solid as the cement they plant it in.
“I think I’ll park and have lunch under that tree and keep an eye open.”
He was eating the last of his sandwich and almost choked on it, when he spotted it. A small red devil appeared suddenly and made the sign disappear. Lon pulled his gun and jumped out of his cruiser.
“Hold it! That’s there’s town property, you best bring it back!” he shouted, pointing his gun at the creature.
Claws in the air, it shrugged.
“If you think you can make me!” sneered the Devil’s chief minion, Snasty, for that was who it was.
The devil abruptly disappeared, laughing maniacally. The sign never did come back.