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A funny horse story about the secret ingredient to Grandma’s notoriety, but the stinky part of every Saturday.
Saturdays Stink by George Stalzer
As a young boy I dreaded one Saturday chore most of all. With two days off from school I should have been happy, but after looking under the stoop I knew it was going to be another one of those terrible Saturday mornings. I sat down to wait and listen for the sound of Tony and his fruit and vegetable wagon coming up the hill. “Why don’t he come on school days?” I thought. And then I heard him “Fresh Fruit! - Fresh Vegetable!” and the sound of hoofs clip clopping along. Tony led Caroline around the corner, and to the bottom of our dead end street, guiding her and the wagon in a half circle to stop right in front of our house. Tony fed her an apple, a reward, I suppose, for the steep climb. The neighborhood ladies did their shopping while Caroline stood quietly, her ears sticking through holes in a straw hat sitting atop her head, and her tail whipping side to side chasing the flies away. Caroline was something special to the little kids staring at this huge animal right in front of their door. The older, brave ones, moved close enough to run their hands along her smooth rounded belly. I sat watching Caroline’s rump and wondered if it was the apple that triggered what happened almost every Saturday morning. With the ladies done shopping, Tony prepared to move on. “Come on girl” gently tugging on the reins, but Caroline wouldn’t budge. Then it happened, just like I knew it would, plop plop plop — plop. They moved off now and Grandma called from the window “Georgie! the shovel is under the —” “Yeah! I know Grandma!!” I tried to get it all in one scoop, anything to avoid a second trip and more taunting as the older kids pointed, laughed and carried on while the younger ones wondered what in the world I wanted with that stuff. In the backyard Grandma supervised as I spread it evenly around the Rose bushs. The neighbors raved about Grandma’s beautiful Roses and said she must have a green thumb, but I think Caroline and I deserved equal credit with Grandma.
