{"id":9784,"date":"2014-10-07T08:59:05","date_gmt":"2014-10-07T12:59:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=9784"},"modified":"2025-08-01T13:29:15","modified_gmt":"2025-08-01T17:29:15","slug":"counting-mistakes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=9784","title":{"rendered":"Counting Mistakes (by BluewindFarm)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\"><strong>Summary<\/strong>:\u00a0 How many mistakes could he make in one afternoon?\u00a0 A Chaps &amp; Spurs Challenge and a Seedlings Challenge combined response.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\"><strong>Rating<\/strong>:\u00a0 K\u00a0 (1,415 words)<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\"><strong>Counting Mistakes\u2026<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">It\u2019s about time for the sun to set, giving my little brother the chance to sneak back into the house. The tirade Hop Sing used to persecute him earlier this afternoon almost had me shaking in my own boots. In all the years this man has been an extended member of our family I\u2019ve heard him threaten to go back to China on many occasions, but today was quite different. How I missed hearing him during the years I was away at college. But now that I\u2019m back home, the familiar sounds of Hop Sing\u2019s robust way of watching over my family is most welcome.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">I know Hoss has helped hide Little Joe somewhere outside, considering Hop Sings\u2019 diatribe was also directed towards him. How the two of them can get into so much trouble in one day simply astounds me. It will be a miracle if Joe survives to reach his teens; it will be a miracle if WE survive the years of his teens; he\u2019s not even twelve yet.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">*****<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">We didn\u2019t know a storm was brewing, until we reached home. I had spent an enjoyable, yet long, day in the saddle in an effort to allow Pa to show me many of the improvements and additions that had been made during my time away. Like a father showing off his infant son or his Harvard educated son, Pa was proud of the prosperity of the Ponderosa. All the hardships and heartaches were behind him\u2026 us. Almost\u2026 And that\u2019s the crux of the matter or rather why Hop Sing greeted us as soon as we walked in the door, hands to his head as if in pain, declaring, \u201cNo more! Hop Sing work hard! Hop Sing cook good meal for family. No more! All gone! Hop Sing go where little boy and bigger boy show respect!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">And it was at that moment that the two alleged culprits, unfortunately, decided to make an appearance per chance to plead their case. <em>Mistake number one<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">Hop Sing didn\u2019t give either of my brothers the chance to speak, vociferously announcing, \u201cYou tricked me!\u201d and from there his voice rose in anger. His invective began in Canontese and when his language didn\u2019t have a word to express his outrage he threw in a word or two in English; whether the word was correct or not.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">Not being able to get a word in edgewise, Pa and I stood to the side in silent witness as the events unfolded. Hoss looked properly chastised over the whole ordeal as his favorite cook berated him; waggling his forefinger and emphasizing his point by poking my middle brother in the chest. Hoss\u2019 face had almost turned beet red as he hung his head, accepting the verdict of his guilt.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">Every now and then I caught a word here or there from our trusted housekeeper and cook who proclaimed of dire consequences, probably for offences past, present, and future\u2026 if I\u2019m not mistaken.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">\u201cNumba two son no get dessert tonight.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">But Joe\u2026 Little Joe had the audacity to actually stand there, with both hands over his mouth, his eyes open wide. Anyone else would think his actions were a result of shock from suffering Hop Sing\u2019s wrath, but those green eyes spoke volumes. It wasn\u2019t shock, he was laughing! <em>Mistake number two, <\/em>and\u00a0the lecture changed focus to him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">Even though he doesn\u2019t know for what, I know that Pa is just as upset at my younger brothers as is Hop Sing; how could he not be. Pa has always instilled in us to respect one\u2019s elders and our employees.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">\u2018Hiding guilt\u2019 and \u2018bring father shame\u2019 were only a few of the choice phrases I could understand while hands on the end of arms pointed every which direction with blurring speed. Our factotum towered over the smallest member of our family who now stood staring straight up, fisted hands on hips, a posture I knew so well even after being gone for over four years\u2026 defiance. <em>Oh Joe\u2026 that\u2019s your third mistake<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">And then I heard, as Marie would have said, the <em>pi\u00e8ce de r\u00e9sistance, <\/em>\u201cNumba three son no get dessert for rest of week!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">Pa and I looked to each other; Pa wasn&#8217;t amused as he crossed his arms and waited.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">With that, Hop Sing grabbed Joe by the ear and led him back to the bath house Pa had built on to the exterior of the house in anticipation of my return. Pa had built a small bathing room during the original construction of the house, as an accommodation for Marie\u2026 But now that all three of his sons were growing, well at least two were growing and one just remained small, Pa had expanded the room to serve our needs, and his own.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">Joe yowled louder than any alley cat I\u2019d heard back in Boston or louder than any woman in a&#8230; Um\u2026 best I not say. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">Walking on the tips of his toes, he had no choice in the matter but to follow regardless of how loud he begged or pleaded or carried on.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">Hoss glumly left the great room and went outside as Pa and I still stood somewhat dumbfounded as to exactly what happened. And then came the great crash and splash.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">\u201cHOSS!!! SAVE ME!\u201d came the piercing shriek that could only be Little Joe, as footfalls announced someone was running.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">\u201cShall we?\u201d I asked Pa.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">\u201cLeave him to Hoss. Let\u2019s see to Hop Sing.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">Flabbergasted would be an acceptable word to describe Pa and I as we entered the bath house to find a still clothed Hop Sing where he had fallen or been pushed by my little brother. I know I expected the slight of stature Oriental man to be red in the face with anger, but there he was blushing and laughing.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">As Pa held out both hands to pull Hop Sing from the filled bath tub, the man calmly replied, \u201cNow Hop Sing get peace and quiet and finish cooking suppa.\u201d Still giggling, Hop Sing left the room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">\u201cIt is rather peaceful\u2026\u201d I offered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">\u201cFor now,\u201d Pa answered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">\u201cI\u2019ll defer to you, the bath is all yours.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">*****<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">When we finally sat down to the table for dinner, Joe had yet to make an appearance. The only thing that Hoss said was the Joe would be okay and that he\u2019d make sure the boy ate something when he came back.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">Pa was flustered, I was curious, and Hoss was\u2026 hungry.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">*****<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">From the lack of sounds coming from the kitchen, we knew that Hop Sing had finally retired for the night while the three of us sat in the great room. Silently I watched as the light from the fireplace bathed the room in a warm glow, and it was killing me how Pa could sit there and not ask Hoss for a complete explanation of the afternoon\u2019s debacle. But then I heard the noise, what Pa had been waiting to hear, the slight sound of an upstairs window being opened and the tapping of small boots on the floor above. A few moments later, a door hissed open and the boots continued down the hallway and sounded along the back stairs. <em>So\u2026 Joe was returning to the scene of the crime<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">With the look that only Pa could give, silently he warned Hoss to sit still and not say one word. Pa rose from his chair and I, mischievously, followed. From the entrance to the kitchen we watched as Joe fixed a sandwich and then cut out a thick slice of chocolate cake. Both were set to a tray along with two glasses of milk. Two? Now we knew, the sandwich was for Hoss and the cake was for the thief.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">Pa stepped through the kitchen entry and walked across the floor. A firm hand was placed on Joe\u2019s shoulder before he lifted the tray, thankfully, because as high as Joe jumped, there would have been a terrible mess for someone to have to clean up.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">\u201cJoseph?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">\u201cUh\u2026 hi Pa.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\"><em>How can the kid stand there while looking and sounding so innocent?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">\u201cPractice,\u201d Hop Sing said from the doorway to his room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">\u201cHow did you know what I was thinking?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">Hop Sing smiled, \u201cPractice,\u201d and then returned to his room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">\u201cAdam, if you\u2019ll take care of the tray; I\u2019ll take care of this young man.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">Joe gulped hard, that look of innocence disappeared.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\"><em>Mistake number four, Joe. When will you ever learn?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\"><em>~The End (or is it the beginning?)<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">*****<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">The Seedling Challenge prompt was:\u00a0 &#8216;You tricked me&#8217;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">The Chaps &amp; Spurs Challenge prompt was of a frustrated Hop Sing.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Tags: Adam Cartwright, Ben Cartwright, Hop Sing, Hoss Cartwright, Joe \/ Little Joe Cartwright<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Summary:\u00a0 How many mistakes could he make in one afternoon?\u00a0 <\/p>\n<p>Rating:\u00a0 K\u00a0 (1,415 words)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":24,"featured_media":3026,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"template-full-width-post.php","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_members_access_role":[],"_members_access_error":""},"categories":[39,23,4,30],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9784","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-chaps-spurs","category-drama","category-humor","category-prequels","wpcat-39-id","wpcat-23-id","wpcat-4-id","wpcat-30-id"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/The-Gift-of-Water-4.jpg?fit=640%2C480&ssl=1","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9784","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/24"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=9784"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9784\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/3026"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9784"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9784"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9784"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}