Is Honesty Always the Best Policy?

I wear many hats, but first and foremost, I am a mother. And as every mother does, I love to tell stories and drag out the family albums every chance I get. I’m proud. Even when they aren’t behaving like the people I’ve raised them to be, I’m still proud. While they were growing up, I did my best to instill values, integrity, and ethics. I taught them to be true to themselves, to be the kind of friend they’d like to have in their own lives, to be tolerant, non-judgmental, and above all else, I taught them to be honest. Now, I have five granddaughters and a grandson and I am seriously re-thinking the whole honesty thing.

Here’s why.

The year was 1996. We lived on a farm and were regularly adding to our array of animals. Rabbits, the lop-eared variety, were a favorite with my kids. My youngest, Bear (yeah, I’m one of those crazy kind of nickname parents) was especially fond of them.

Bear

Anyone who has ever had a rabbit as a pet knows that if you keep them in their cage outdoors for a few weeks, you can then begin to open the door (of their cage) and let them come and go as they please. They will wander within a radius of about twenty feet of their cage and instinctively return to their cage shortly before dusk (for fear of becoming a predator’s dinner).

Every morning Bear would let them out, play with them on and off throughout the day (they really are very friendly) and lock them in their cages before dark.

Cute, right?

One evening, when it was time to tuck them in (as she called it), we couldn’t find Roscoe (Yes, Roscoe, as in Roscoe P. Coletrain. All of our rabbits were named after Dukes of Hazzard characters). Now that we’ve established that my kids aren’t the most creative people I know… back to Roscoe. We searched for him until dark and then searched for him with flashlights while Bear alternated between calling his name and crying. We were forced to give up our search and assured her that he probably found a friend and would be back by the time she got up in the morning, although we were quite certain he’d long since been eaten up!

She woke up the next morning and before she ate breakfast or gathered eggs (her favorite chore), she went out to see if Roscoe was waiting at his cage. Naturally, he wasn’t. While she looked in all directions, I thanked God for not letting there be any tufts of fur lying around the cage.

Anyway, (I edited out the fluff and will get right to the point), We began losing a rabbit every few days.  We suggested leaving them in their cages, but Bear replied, ‘How would you like to be locked inside a tiny cage’? No arguing with 5-year-old logic.

It was a Friday and Roscoe, Luke and Boss Hogg were gone without a trace.  I was washing dishes or some other chore of a housewife and noticed my next door neighbor carrying a box to his shed in the far corner of his backyard. He wasn’t walking or running. He was ‘waddling’. Yes, waddling, stepping through the yard as if he were trying to avoid land mines and carrying a box in his outstretched arms. The red flag raised when I saw him glancing back at our house with every couple steps he took.

Hmm.

About an hour later, I watched him and his wife get into their car and pull away. Knowing that they lived alone, I did the unspeakable. I broke into their shed (let’s hope there is a statute of limitations on that). I assume readers are smart or they wouldn’t be here, so I don’t have to tell you what was in the box. That’s right – Daisy Duke! Bear’s favorite! We quickly moved her cage into the barn to hide her.

This is where the story gets good.

The previous week, we had joined ‘said neighbors’ for service at their church. Our little town did this every year. One week, everyone would bring a neighbor to church A, the following week, we joined at church B and so on. Well, the upcoming week was to be held at our church and said neighbors had already agreed to join us.

Fast forward to our church, the following Sunday, said neighbors sitting next to us in our pew. (Yes, our pew. Regular church goers are very territorial)

During the service, our pastor calls the children up, as he does each week. This is his attempt to engage the next generation and no one enjoys being engaged more than Bear. She was still at an age where she refused to wear pants of any kind and insisted on wearing hats that matched her frilly dresses. Seriously, she was over the top even for a girly girl.

It was typical and expected that when the pastor asked a question, Bear would raise her hand, whether she had the correct answer or not. The congregation had come to expect it. And, more often than not, the pastor would call on her. Her replies may not have always been accurate, but they were always entertaining.

This particular week, once the kids were all settled into their places on the altar step (yes, even church-going children are territorial), he asks, ‘This week we’re going to be talking about broken hearts. Do any of you know what it feels like to have a broken heart?’

You guessed it. Up went that little hand as she bounced her entire body up and down as if she needed the little girls room. The pastor must have thought the congregation was a little on the sleepy side and in need of a laugh to break the bore-barrier. ‘Yes, Bear. Have you ever had a broken heart?’

At this point, I wasn’t worried.

Bear stood up and placed her hands on her hips. She took a deep breath and in the most exasperated voice I’ve ever heard from a child, she pointed to our pew and said, ‘My next door neighbors have been stealing my rabbits and it’s just breaking my heart’.

Gasps………..and then silence.

Now, at that very moment I found myself questioning whether God really exists because if he did, he would have answered my prayer and let me melt into a puddle underneath the pew. I didn’t have the nerve to look at said neighbors, but I could feel their eyes burning holes in the side of my head like Satan’s fork. The first sound I recall hearing after Bear’s announcement was the sound of Bear’s voice, telling the pastor and the other children the entire story, exactly as she overheard her father and I telling it to our friends the night before. Needless to say, we were not invited back to their church the following year.

I now question whether honesty is the best policy (at least where small children are concerned). Bear’s mind was like a conveyor belt when she was young. Whatever went in was most definitely coming out, with no off switch or reverse button. She is single-handedly responsible for 90% of my laugh lines.

In my next blog, Bear and the arm-pit farts story. Priceless.

*Disclaimer: I can only guess why said neighbors were disposing of the rabbits. My best guess would be that the rabbits were wandering a little too far and digging in said neighbors flower beds (which were quite lovely). And although I’m sure they didn’t appreciate that, I don’t agree with the way they handled it. I would have been more than happy to keep the rabbits in their cages or move them to the other end of our 8 acres if it would have rectified any issues said neighbors were having, but it was never brought to my attention.

Kathy Reinhart is author of 3 novels, her latest work, ‘The Red Strokes,‘ The award-winning ‘Lily White Lies‘, and ‘Missouri in a Suitcase‘, written under the pen name Nova Scott, all available through Amazon, B & N and anywhere else you can buy good GREAT books! Look for her new novel, ‘Fight Like A Girl’, book one in the ‘Like A Girl’ series, coming this fall.

Advertisements

About K.E. Garvey

Gather 'round and let me tell you a story... View all posts by K.E. Garvey

2 responses to “Is Honesty Always the Best Policy?

Thoughts?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

K.E. Garvey

The Official Website

People We Know

They're more interesting than you think.

Diane Gallagher Photos

Photos taken around the world...

Problems With Infinity

Confessions of a Delusional Maniac

Daily (w)rite

A DAILY RITUAL OF WRITING

Jean Lee's World

Finder of Fantasy & Adventure in Her Own Backyard

A Holistic Journey

Finding my way back out of motherhood -- while mothering

The Writersaurus

Adventures in Writing, Editing, and Publishing

davidjrogersftw

Starting life Fresh: Living to Win

Sarah Lea Stories

Where brevity is literary minimalism®

bookpeopleblog.wordpress.com/

Howdy! We're the largest independent bookstore in Texas. This is our blog.

Book of words

Books, reviews and all things worth reading

101 Books

Reading my way through Time Magazine's 100 Greatest Novels since 1923 (plus Ulysses)

The Misfortune Of Knowing

Books, Writing, & the Law

Kristen Lamb

Author, Blogger, Social Media Jedi

Stroppy Editor

Minding other people’s language. A lot.

David Gaughran

Let's Get Digital

Live to Write - Write to Live

We live to write and write to live ... professional writers talk about the craft and business of writing

Drinkers with Writing Problems

Literature by the Lit Up

Guild Of Dreams

Build Your World and They Will Come

Ink Drop Interviews & Reviews

The Sister Site of Author K.E. Garvey

Women.Who.Write.

“Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.” – Sylvia Plath

Writer Unboxed

about the craft and business of fiction

Writers In The Storm

A Blog On Writing

A Writer's Path

Sharing writing tips, information, and advice.

"Blog This" with the Lily White Liar

Thoughts, Observations & the Occasional Rant

%d bloggers like this: