291 The Evil Schirff Twins' Show-n'-Tell

Their teacher was "Ol' Lady Thompson"' because the children named everything. They referred to the principal as "Dodgy" Rodriquez. The cafeteria workers were the "Vomiteers." So it was no wonder that they called the twin Schirff children, Tré and Terrez, a boy and girl, the "Evil Schirff Twins."

All of their monickers had a grain of truth. Ol' Lady Thompson was in her mid-twenties, but she dressed much older. For the Schirff Twins, it was because of their questionable Show-n'-Tells, Friday's weekly pageantry of things the children felt interesting. And while interest was a relative concept in the minds of six- and seven-year-olds, the Evil Schirff Twins never disappointed:

There was the guillotine made of Legos. There was the marshmallow voodoo doll, replete with toothpicks. There was the petrified droppings they claimed they had dug up from an ancient Native American burial mound.

Hardly! thought Mrs. Thompson. But it didn't stink, so she let that one go, too.

Today the Evil Schirff twins lugged what looked like a bowling ball bag to the front of the room. They heaved it up on Ol' Lady Thompsom's desk with great effort, for it seemed heavy.

"Oh," said Ol' Lady Thompson, relieved. Something normal! She silently celebrated. "Tré...Terres, you've brought your Daddy's bowling ball. How nice!"

"No! said Tré.

"Nuh-uh!" declared Terres.

"Oh? Well, then, please...show...and tell!"

"Inside this bag..." began Tré.

"...is our Daddy's mean ol' head," said Terres.

"Now children!" Ol' Lady Thompson laughed.

"No," explained Tré. "It is. We cut it off early this morning while he was still drunk." Terres beamed proudly.

"Ewww..." the class exhaled in rapt disgust.

Mrs. Thompson had a moment of dread. Was this possible?

Slowly, Terres began to unzip the bag. Together they reached in and retrieved, slowly for effect, an actual bowling ball. Ol' Lady Thompson exhaled.

"Here's his mouth," Tré showed, putting a finger in the thumb hole.

"And here are his nostrils," Terres told, putting two fingers in the other two holes. The class laughed.

"Very interesting," Ol' Lady Thompson said. "I'll give you an A+ on this, but only because it wasn't really your Daddy's head!"

"Of course not," Tré blurted.

"That'll be tonight," Terres added.

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AUTHOR'S NOTES:

For Thursday, October 17, Day 291 of the 2024 Story-a-Day Challenge

A Halloween story. 366 WORDS (without A/N)

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