"So, Les. I've neva babysat befor', wha' do we do now." I asked Les while lighting my cigar.
Les' evil grin faded and he squinted his eyes while he thought.
"Can we go to the Races?" He asked after a minute.
I grinned happily; I was gonna like this kid.
The Races were crowded that night, and for a very good reason; Monty the Slingshot was in town. Even though every good gambler there hated Monty, he rarely raced anymore and it was worth your while to see him race. Personally, he was my favorite horse.
"Race, I'm hungry." Les complained.
Absentmindedly, I gave Les a handful of quarters. "'ere ya go, sport." I kept my eyes intently on the race.
Les slipped past me to find the snack bar. I didn't pay him to much attention; my horse was winning. A few minutes later Les came back loaded down with snacks.
He said something to me but I didn't hear him. Monty was on the last stretch of the race.
But then, in the corner of my eye, I saw Les pull out the slingshot Spot had given him. He opened his cheese nips, put two in the slingshot and shot it straight at Monty!
The cheese nips hit Monty and he crumbled to the ground. Medical helpers ran to the horse. They stood there for a minute, glanced at each other sadly, and pronounced Monty dead.
Dead? My most favorite horse shot down by cheese nips. I couldn't believe it.
Les and I headed back to his house. I walked in a dream like state, unable to grasp what had just occurred.
"Hey look! My friends." Les said pointing to a small group of young kids. "Can dey come wit us?"
I nodded and Les ran over to the kids. "Come on guys! Race said youse can come ova!"
As the small boys made there way up to Davey's house, I had no way of knowing what chaos would erupt from those tiny bodies.