"Lanie swears
some of these kids don't want to attend their own graduation ceremony,"
Mr. Zephyr said with a chuckle.
"We're still
trying to figure out how she and her friends threaded those tires on the
flagpoles in front of the schools, the board of education office and the police
department," Mr. Carr said. "No ladder in this town tall enough to
get to the top of those flagpoles. I tend to think that friend of hers, the one
with the gift for gizmos--" He looked around, stumped for a moment.
"Kurt
Hanson," I supplied.
"That's
right." He nodded. "I think he rigged some elaborate pulley system to
lift those tires up and over. At least Lanie’s prank didn't get anyone
hurt." He chuckled. "And they used ordinary, worn-out tires that
could be cut off easily. As I recall, the year that idiot Grandstone and his
friends tried to blow up Blackwater Pool, some other fool in their graduating
class put steel-belted radials on the shorter flagpoles in front of the bank
and the post office. Brand new ones. That's what got them caught, as I
recall."
"How?" Doni
sat up, eyes wide, her fourth cookie in her hand.
"They tracked
the tires back to the store where they were stolen and the fools were caught on
the security tape. Had to get a special saw to cut those tires off the
flagpole." He nodded to Mr. Zephyr. "Nobody was hurt or upset, and
didn't cost the town or the schools a penny to remove those tires, the year
Lanie graduated."
"Yeah, Rainbow
and I raised our kids right, I think," Mr. Zephyr said.
"I suppose Lanie
is on patrol tonight," Gram said.
"You can bet on
it."
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