This story is a little longer than the one previously posted. Written 2011
The Mystery Of The Missing
Baseball Ticket
"Take a deep breath, Cameron. Blow hard!
You only have one chance to blow them all out at one time."
It was Cameron's 10th birthday,
and his five friends were all around the table rooting and cheering him on. They couldn't wait to watch him open his
presents so they could go to his room and play games.
Cameron closed his eyes. He could already
see what he was wishing for, and he knew his friends were going to be envious. His
dark eyes sparkled, and he had to make an effort to stop laughing long enough
to fill his lungs and blow out all those candles.
He blew, "poooof". Those flames waivered for a second, trying
to hang on, but finally all that could be seen was the remaining smoke drifting
toward Benny and R. J. The guys both
jumped back to avoid the smoke, but the other three, Yates, Dean, and Brandon
playfully shoved them back into the group.
One by one, Cameron opened his presents. Most were some kind of computer game, not at
all the big wish he had on his mind.
Finally, his Dad handed him a
present. Cameron looked at it in
disappointment. This was much too small
a package, and it did not move at all.
"Was his wish not going to come true?" he wondered. Cameron grabbed the package anyway and ripped
away the bow and tissue paper. Inside
was a small piece of yellow card stock paper.
As he turned it over, his eyes grew big.
"Wow!" Never had he
imagined this. A ticket to the Yankee's
baseball game!
He had curled up near his Dad for several
years watching their games on television and never imagined having the chance
to go to a real game. Cameron instantly
jumped up and down and ran to hug his parents.
He was holding up the ticket as his friends all exclaimed they wanted to
go too. About that time Cameron's older
brother, Sammy, walked into the room, grabbed the ticket out of Cameron's hand
and said, "I want that!"
Cameron reached and grabbed it back with a
shout, "Sammy, go get your own ticket."
Mr. Johnson said, "Sammy, you have a
part time job. Maybe you can buy
yourself one and go along, too. Then he
turned back to Cameron's friends and told them, "Guys, if any of you can
manage to get tickets this late in the season, I will be glad to take you with
us. Now, Cameron, it is your
responsibility to hold onto that ticket and not lose it."
"Yes sir!" Cameron shouted. "I will be right back. I have to put
this ticket in a safe place." Cameron went tearing off his room and
returned a few minutes later without the ticket.
Upon his return there, in the middle of the room, sat a blonde
haired, lab puppy. This was too much! Yet, it was just what he had wished for. A dog all his own. He had a hard time wadding through the group
of feet and bodies of his friends who had already surrounded the dog. As he put his arms around the puppy, a puddle
of water filled the floor. Cameron's
mother said, "Cameron, grab that dog and take him outside quick. Then come back and clean up this mess. It is your responsibility to house train this
mutt."
"Yes mamam." Cameron picked up the dog and off they
went. As soon as Cameron and the dog were
back inside, Cameron grabbed some paper towels and went to work drying up his
new puppy's mess.
"What will you name him?" Bennie
asked.
Cameron thought for only a second and
said, "Since I just cleaned up his first puddle. His name is Puddles." They all laughed.
Then Cameron picked up the dog and all the
boys went running to his room to play.
Puddles caused quite a commotion around
the house. Cameron's mother was
constantly fussing about the puddles that Puddles was leaving on the floor, and
Sammy was complaining about his socks that kept disappearing. Sammy had caught Puddles several times coming
down the hallway with one in his mouth.
He had even found a few buried outside.
Every time that Sammy complained, Cameron charged back, "Puddles is
a good judge of character. You should be
nicer to him and not be so messy. If you
would pick up your clothes and socks, Puddle couldn't get to them." It seemed that Sammy was always complaining
about Puddles. The two did not get
along.
It was only two weeks until the game when
Sammy came into the house holding up a Yankee's ticket. When Cameron saw it, he ran to his room to check on his. When he lifted the bed skirt and reached into
a shoe under his bed, the ticket was missing.
Cameron ran back down to the kitchen and charged Sammy shouting,
"You stole my ticket."
Sammy grumbled back, "What are you
talking about. I just bought this one off
the internet and went and picked it up."
Cameron did not let up, "Let me see that
ticket." Sammy handed it to him, and
Cameron examined it carefully. Sure
enough it wasn't his. He had turned a
corner back on his before he had hidden it.
"I'm sorry, Sammy. It's not my ticket. But my ticket is missing. Someone has stolen it."
About that time, the phone rang. Mrs. Johnson answered and said,
"Cameron, it is Bennie. It's for
you."
Cameron took the phone and listened as Bennie
excitedly told him that his dad had found a ticket, and he would be able to go
with them. Cameron was ready to
cry. He could not bring himself to tell Bennie
that his ticket was missing.
After hanging up the phone, Cameron
remembered that Bennie had gone to his room the day of his birthday party after
he had hidden his ticket. He thought, “Surely
not? Bennie has been my best friend for
years. No! Bennie would not have taken my ticket.” He was sure of it, but, yet, he needed to see
that ticket. “If Bennie had not taken
the ticket, and Sammy had not taken the ticket, then who did?”
The next day Cameron’s dad came home and
sat Cameron down for a talk. Cameron
thought, “What now?” He was prepared for
the worse when his Dad handed him a Yankee’s baseball ticket.
“Son, I told your Uncle Ray about your
problem, and today he showed up at my office with a Yankee’s baseball ticket
just for you. Do you think you can keep
up with this one or do I need to keep it?
You’re ten now and should be responsible for taking care of your own
stuff just like you are expected to take care of Puddles.”
“Yes, sir.
But Dad I know where I put my ticket, and it is not there. I swear it was stolen.”
About that time Puddles came running down
the stairs with Sammy on his heels.
Puddles had a white sock in his mouth, and Sammy was making a grab for
it. He missed as Puddles made a dive
through the doggie door and headed outside.
Their Dad called out, “Hold up for a
second boys. Let’s see what Puddles is
up to.”
“I know what that dang dog is up to. He is burying my socks,” shouted Sammy.
“They all eased outside and watched as
Puddles finished his digging. When they
walked over to the dug up area, Sammy reached down and retrieved a half-buried
sock.
“Wait!” said their Dad. Then he reached down into the loose dirt and,
with his fingers, dug some more. Out
came the cell phone Jeremy had been missing for the past few days, and
underneath that lay a crumbled, yellow card stock ticket. Cameron’s dad picked it up, dusted off the
dirt, and handed it to Cameron.
“Cameron, you were right. Your ticket was stolen. If I am not mistaken Sammy grabbed this
ticket from you the day of your birthday.
You took it and hid it in your room.
Puddles must have smelled Sammy’s scent on the ticket and buried it
where he has been burying the rest of Sammy’s stuff. Mystery solved.”