Short Stupid Stories: Baby Rae

By W.R. Fisher

Raised on a mustard farm in Northern Kentucky, a part time brain surgeon practices medicine and helps mankind with skills learned from a correspondence school.

• Language: English
• Publisher: W.R. Fisher
• Release date: Aug 15, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301272075

W.R. Fisher

W R Fisher is an ex police officer from Cincinnati Ohio. He has served in all aspects of police work, from the road patrol to the detective bureau. He was also a member of the SWAT team. He is a martial artist in the almost unknown ancient form of Chung Linn and he is a biker who only rides Harley Davidsons. He rode with the Blue Knights out of Dayton Ohio and was president of the Choirboys MC in Hamilton Ohio . He considers himself to have a very good sense of humor, although maybe a little warped or twisted. His stories are based somewhat on people he has known and situations he has encountered or investigated over the years.

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Baby Rae

W.R. Fisher

Copyright 2013 by W. R. Fisher

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BABY RAE

My earliest memories are of the mustard farm where I grew up with my Uncle Ardith and his boy, Baby Rae. We raised Mustard and sold it to the local Merchants. If we had a good harvest we lived purty good, especially if the plants yielded mostly quart size bottles instead of the more common half pinters. You never could tell beforehand what size bottles were growing. It’s just about impossible to tell from the seeds.

Our farm was located in northern Kentucky just about fifteen miles from the Ocean. We never did get to see the ocean though, we was always too busy.

Uncle Ardith told us he’d take us there one day and we’d make a picnic out of it. We’d just relax and eat, and lie on the beach and watch the big lazy clouds float by. Me and Baby Rae figured we’d catch us a couple of them sea horses and play some water polo. I bet I could have beat him too! But like I said, we never did get to go.

Me and Baby Rae skipped school one day and took off walking to the beach but we never quite made it. It sure seemed like we walked more than fifteen miles too cause it took us four hours and wore us both plumb out. We were just about there when Baby Rae screwed everything up. I knew we was real close cause I seen two Sea Gulls sitting on top of a telephone pole. Everybody knows that Sea Gulls stay near the ocean.

We’re almost there Baby Rae, I said. Look at them purty Sea Gulls.

Them ain’t Sea Gulls, Them’s pigeons! He said .

Pigeons my foot! I told him.