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三个男孩、两顿挨打、一场闹剧
万圣节——即使在晚上孩子们也有借口出门的日子，是对家长来说一年中最恐怖最危险的一天。又到了这一天时，担心自己的两个儿子调皮捣蛋的父亲不得不制定一些计划，提前做好预防措施。警告——甚至是恐吓——是必须的；除此之外还要严格地约法三章。当然，真正了解男孩子这种生物的人很清楚这种强制性的规定对他们完全没有意义。
瑞克斯与斯皮克的父亲哈弗德先生明白，他是没有办法让两个儿子在万圣节的晚上乖乖呆在家里的。当他们还是没有上学的小不点时，即使出去玩“不给糖就捣蛋”的游戏也得由家长陪同着；但是今年，面对一个十三岁、一个十二岁的儿子，哈弗德先生料想自己没法再像去年那样保留他监护的权利了。他的两个宝贝儿子将要在夜晚独自出门游荡，幸运的话会有他们的朋友陪伴着——幸运！？“集体行动比单独行动更让人放心”这种法则在这群抵制不了诱惑的年轻男孩身上完全不管用！
肯恩的父亲格奥茨曼先生担忧的是不一样的事情。他们家住在被男孩们当做探险对象的老房子里，因此他们的万圣节之夜就是一场灾难。过去的回忆完全与节日该有的快乐沾不上边，倒不如说更像“水晶之夜”那样的恐怖之夜。他们家总是整晚关着灯，祈祷着那群一定要来制造点麻烦的小鬼们能早点离开。
当瑞克和斯皮克离开家有一个街区的距离时，他们迅速卸下天真孩子的伪装，加入朋友们恶作剧的行列。他们怀里抱着臭鸡蛋、没用过的厕纸和装满了粉笔的袜子。他们在邻居家附近捣乱，吓哭比他们小的孩子或惹恼路上的大人。接近午夜时分，这群男孩中年龄最大的那个提出了一个极具挑战性的建议。要知道，在年轻人的圈子里，想赢得尊重就必须足够疯狂。因此那对兄弟接下了挑战：为了证明他们的“男子汉气概”，他们要在午夜之前潜进小镇边缘那间荒废的老房子里（显然这就是在说格奥茨曼先生他们家了），并在那里呆到午夜以后。
当兄弟俩蹑手蹑脚地穿过门廊推开老屋的前门时，格奥茨曼先生迅速带领家人躲进阁楼。但是他的儿子肯恩留在了二楼自己的房间里。“也许他们马上就会离开了。”肯恩暗自期望着。
恶作剧兄弟上了二楼，四处张望着。就在他俩推开肯恩房门的那一刹那，镇上的时钟敲响了十二点的钟声。瑞克和斯皮克在微弱的月光下只看到一道黑影从门内飞快地钻进了壁橱：那是被钟声和兄弟俩吓到的肯恩。
他们惊恐地尖叫起来，在恐惧中慌乱地扭头就跑，连滚带爬地下了楼。瑞克成功地从前门逃出去了，但斯皮克在楼梯上绊倒，脚被栏杆卡住。他痛苦地大叫，摔倒时他的腿受伤了。瑞克赶回来救斯皮克，搀扶着他到门廊那里。他呼喊着朋友们的名字，但是听到他们的尖叫后男孩子们吓得全都逃跑了。又累又怕的他们只好报警求助，幸好手机还有一些信号。
很快，昏暗的门廊就被警车、救护车和兄弟俩的父亲的车灯照亮了。急救人员用夹板暂时固定住斯皮克受伤的腿后，救护车载着病人和哈弗德先生前往医院。两个小时后斯皮克终于可以离开医院回家了。他坚持不让父亲抱他上车而要自己依靠拐杖。
当兄弟俩最终回到他们温暖的小床上后，父母道了晚安准备离开。斯皮克叫住父亲：“爸爸，我们可以今晚就把那件事情结束吗？”他们俩都明白接下来该怎么做，在斯皮克接受治疗的时候父亲已经和他们谈过了。哈弗德先生坐下后，斯皮克下床走向他。男孩脱下睡裤趴在父亲的大腿上。已经没什么好再商榷的了，哈弗德先生抬起手用力地掌掴儿子无力地暴露在空气中的光屁股。男孩的屁股渐渐变得又红又热，他痛苦得无法平息自己的哭声。今晚他只能趴着睡了。
小镇的另一头，格奥茨曼先生也与自己的儿子长谈了一次。“你被关禁闭了。你明明知道那些小坏蛋今晚会来捣乱，还不好好躲起来。这么做有多危险你知道吗！？”
“是这样没错，爸爸，我很抱歉。但是那时候他们把我吓坏了，我才……”
他的父亲拍了拍大腿，肯恩只好趴了上去。很快，打屁股的惩罚就让这个犯了错的少年只能哭着为自己的大意表示抱歉。
Three Boys, Two Spankings and a Cast
By
YLeeCoyote@mail.com
The scariest and most dangerous night of the year was nigh so plans were made and precautions taken in preparation. Each of two fathers was worried that his son(s) would get into mischief. Warnings (perhaps even threats one might say) were issued and three sets of promises were made. Anyone who really knows boys would not have put any reliance on such promises made under duress.
Mr. Holford, the father of Rex and Spike knew that he could not keep his sons confined to the house. They would insist that they go trick n treating as they had every year since they were preschoolers. Now, however, at twelve and thirteen they would certainly refuse to be escorted like babies. Mr. Holford had won the fight last year but knew it would be different this year. His two precious ones would go roaming on their own or, hopefully, with some friends. The idea that there is safety in numbers was of little comfort as tween and teen boys en mass do not show good judgement in the face of temptation.
Mr. Geotzman, the father of Ken, had somewhat different worries. He knew this as a night of terror. His visions of the past were not those of happy times but more like
Kristallnacht. Their house would remain dark and unwelcoming in the hope that the trouble makers would stay away.
As soon as they had gotten just a block away from their house, Rex and Spike, ditched their juvenile costumes and joined up with their friends. They were well armed with eggs (rotten), toilet paper (new) and chalk filled socks on ropes. They had moved about their neighborhood scaring little kids and bothering adults with their tricks. It was close to midnight when the dare was issued by the oldest in the troop. No boy can resist such a challenge and still be respected. The brothers were committed to prove their manhood by going into the old, abandoned house on the edge of town before midnight and staying until after.
The pair climbed to step up the front porch and pulled open the front door. Mr. Geotzman quickly got his family hidden in the attic. All, but Ken who was in his room upstairs. "Perhaps they will just leave." he prayed.
The pair made their way up the stairs and started to look about. Just as the town clock was striking midnight they opened the door of Kens room. He was startled and reacted. In the moonlight Rex and Spike saw a shadow pass into the closet through the door; the closed door.
They yelled in horror.
They turned in fear.
They flew down the stairs as fast as they could run.
Rex got through the front door OK.
Spike tripped and crashed down the stairs. He yelled in agony for his foot got caught in the balustrade. The force of his fall caused his leg to be injured. Rex rescued his brother and dragged him out onto the porch. He called his friends but they had run off, more scared than he was hearing the noise. He had no choice but to call 911 and home. Fortunately, his cell phone had a signal.
Soon the porch was brightly lite from the headlights and loads of flashing red lights of the police cruiser and the ambulance and the headlights of theirs fathers car. The EMTs quickly splinted Spikes leg and Mr. Holford followed the ambulance to the hospital. Two hours later Spike was released. He refused to let his father carry him to the car but insisted that he would use the crutches.
When the brothers were in bed, their parents bid them good night. As they left, Spike called back his father. "Dad, can we get this over with now rather than waiting for tomorrow?" They both knew why for they had a father/son discussion while Spike was being treated in the ER. Mr. Holford sat down and Spike got out of bed and walked over to him. He lowered his pjs and got over his fathers lap. There was not any need for discussion. Mr. Holford raised his hand many times and brought it down hard on Spikes bare bottom. As his tail turned red, and painful he could not suppress his crying. He slept prone that night.
Mr. Geotzman also had a long discussion with his son. "You were suppose to stay hidden. You knew the evil ones would be afoot this night. You have increased our danger."
"Yes, Father. Im sorry but the boy startled me."
His father patted his lap and Ken got over it. As with all spankings soon this errant lad was crying and regretting his carelessness.
The End
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