September 28, 2013 – I waited under the smelly bush this morning until Mom and the family left for a day of fun. Then, I unlocked the garage door with the spare key that she keeps under the big gray rock by our coop. It took me a few minutes, but I was finally able to extricate Mom’s bicycle from behind a stack of blue plastic tubs. Violet and Emaline helped me hitch the red wagon up to the back of it and then Bo and Tim loaded in seven cases of beer. Sawyer hopped up on top to keep an eye on things while I steered the two of us along in the direction of the bowling alley. Down the road we cycled with the first official shipment of the Happy Chicken Brewing Company. Maybe it was the weight of the beer and Sawyer combined, or maybe it was me being out of shape, but I had to stand up in order to get the bike to move. It was a stretch to reach the pedals, I’ll admit, which is why I devised a work-around before we left. I super-glued an upside down sand pail to each foot lever. It worked like a charm. I was half-way down the driveway when I heard Peaches running after us. “Your helmets!” She called, panicked and out of breath. In the excitement of the moment, we had forgotten an important safety feature. It’s a good thing we had them. Twenty minutes later we found ourselves under a thicket of oak trees insistent on raining acorns upon us. “Watch the beer!” I yelled over my shoulder to Sawyer. “This could get tricky!” I didn’t need to point this out to my best friend. She was already face down, spread eagle over the clinking cargo. The delivery was made with every single bottle intact. Poor Sawyer was covered in welts but had saved the fragile freight. God love her. She rode in the wagon on the way home, waiving the check with our proceeds into the air. I picked up a galvanized trash can lid from a pile of yard sale leftovers and Sawyer used it as a shield when we got to the oak trees. This time, she deflected the nutty grenades with the artistry of a superhero. Oh, the whoops and cheers we were greeted with when we arrived back home with $210. A billion years could pass, and this celebration will not have dimmed a shade in my memory. We celebrated our business success over mealworm pizza and frozen yogurt shakes.
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