One lazy morning Ben and Lucy came early enough to have oatmeal
with Boppa and Yaya. They were going to stay all day at the Lark
and Laurel.
Ben promised he wouldn’t accuse Boppa of lying if Bops would
tell a bald story.
“Okay, if you promise,” said Boppa. He sipped his coff ee and began.
This one time I was walking in the country. It was evening. The
sky was full of clouds. They got darker and darker by the second. I
could smell the strong scent of rain. A storm was coming, for sure!
Suddenly there was a bright explosion of lightning and the deafening
boom of thunder. A zzzinngg CRACK zapped across the top of my
head. Lightning was sending electricity through my body. Smoke
was pouring off my forehead. I touched my scalp. All I felt was fuzz.
I rubbed my noggin. The fuzziness was ashes that brushed right off
and blew away in the wind.
“Why was your head smoking?” Lucy asked.
Ben answered, “Because the lightning burned his hair off .”
“Oh, yeah,” Lucy laughed. “I knew that!”
Just then Yaya brought over the bowls of oatmeal with blueberries,
brown sugar, and cream.
Boppa and the Lightning