Brenda and I made lots and lots of mud pies. There was a perfectly delicious spot for this under the edge of the porch at Brenda's house. There was room enough for us to sit there cross legged as long as we desired. We made all kinds of pies in all kinds of molds. And yep we ate parts of what we cooked and were very indignant at those who didn't appreciate our efforts. We didn't need to wait for rain to make mud we made our own and we used all kinds of flavors. Milk was a good one it made a creamy kind of caramel color and didn't taste bad either. Auntie knew we were under there playing in the dirt but it took her a while to figure out that we were snitching ingredients and molds from her kitchen and making pie. Of course she “DID” find out in due time.

Someone milked their Cow Pet every morning and evening when she was fresh. The milk would be covered and left on the screened back porch until Auntie got around to straining it and putting it into gallon jars. We usually got at the milk in the evenings before Auntie took care of it.

This one time we got some and decided we didn't have enough so we went back for more. We already had mud on our hands. Trouble was Auntie already had it in jars and sitting in the Ice box. Well that made it harder but we were not thinking along those lines. We had to get a chair to get to the jars. Of course we couldn't get the jar open but we left mud evidence.

We got back under the house and got to thinking about the mud on the jar and decided we'd better get ourselves back in there and clean that off the jar before Auntie came in from the garden and discovered it. Back in there we went bent on covering our tracks. When we got there we discovered the mess was worse that we had thought. I mean to tell you mud was everywhere from the door to the jars and everywhere in between. Of course we were not thinking too clear or we would have washed our hands before attempting to clean. Good Grief!! We got a dishrag and started swiping around and were just making a bigger mess so we stood back and discussed it for a while.

I said, “Brenda what we have to do is take them jars out of there so we can clean them before we put em' back”. She agreed with me and here we went. Now let me tell you those gallon jars were a lot more than we could handle. I can't remember our age but we were not very big I do know that.

Brenda got up in a chair and proceeded to hand the jars down to me. I reached up and she kinda' pushed the jar out. It hit right about my belly and down I went with Brenda right behind the jar. I had all the wind knocked out of me and was rendered as helpless as a kitten. I suspect Brenda was in almost the same shape cause' she wasn't doing anything but sorta snubbing. When Brenda and the jar rolled off me of course now the lid came off easy. Might have saved us a little bit of trouble if we could have gotten the lid off before.

Well I guess you know that was when Auntie came on the scene. There we were wallowing in milk and mud on the floor too winded to even defend ourselves and there she was standing in the door with pins and needles shootin' outta' her eyes. Oh my goodness were we in trouble now. We knew it but we couldn't even get up and run. 

I don't remember the clean up at all but I suspect we didn't do it. What I do remember is the butt whackin' and the cleaning up of us. I'll tell you for sure that part wasn't very pleasant. Nope not pleasant at all!!!!!

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