Lessons Learned
Summary: 2 Duke kids learn a lesson in life, based on when the kids were younun's. Helped with Jonfriend
Disclaimer: I don't own squat, so don't sue!
One afternoon, Jesse Duke was awaiting the arrival of his 'kids' to come home from school. Standing at the sink doing dishes, Jesse heard the front door slam, and then someone stomping to their room. A minute later, Jesse saw Bo and Daisy come in the kitchen.
"Luke's mad." Bo said.
"So I've heard. What's wrong?" Jesse asked.
"I dunno, he barely talked all the way home." Bo replied.
"Well, if he's not out in a bit, I'll go check on him" Jesse said.
"Kay." Bo replied, then left the kitchen.
Daisy sat down on one of the kitchen chairs.
"Somethin wrong, Daisy?" Jesse asked.
"Hmm-mm. Well, kinda, I guess." Daisy replied.
"What do ya mean?" Jesse asked, sitting down next to his niece.
Daisy sat playing with one of the charms on her charm bracelet for a minute, then quietly said,
"I'm the reason Luke's mad."
"What makes ya say that?" Jesse asked.
Daisy started to cry.
"He was getting made fun of, and I told the guy that I'd beat him upside the head with a chicken if he didn't stop, an…an the guy went to Luke 'You must really be a baby if ya use a GIRL for yer body guard.' An' Luke got real mad at me, and won't talk to me. I even tried apologizing. Nothing." Daisy finished.
She went over to Jesse, who held her in a big long hug while she cried.
"Daisy," he said gently,
"Luke's able to take care of himself. I understand you were trying to help, but sometimes a guy's gotta fight his own battles. And why did you threaten the lad with a chicken?" Jesse asked.
"Cause we've got a bunch, and it would hurt to get hit with a chicken, no?" Daisy replied.
"I suppose, but I think Luke would do a more efficient job of fending for himself, understand what I'm saying?" Uncle Jesse asked.
"Uhu. Can I try talking to Luke again?" Daisy asked.
"Sure kiddo, but don't push him if he don't wanna talk." Uncle Jesse warned.
"I won't." Daisy said, going to Bo and Luke's room.
"Luke?" Daisy asked softly.
Luke saw the door open and took off his headphones.
"Who's there?" Luke asked.
"Me." Daisy said, coming in.
"What?" Luke asked.
"I wanna tell ya something." Daisy replied.
"Well?"
"I'm sorry. I understand that ya need ta fight yer own battles, and I'll butt out from now on." Daisy said.
"Daisy," Luke sighed,
"It's nice ta know ya care, but yer right, I need ta fight my own battles."
"Okay." Daisy said, then left the room.
SQUIGGLIES!
One Week Later….
"I wonder if there's any pickles left…" Luke said to himself, opening the fridge.
"Aha, one left!" Luke said.
He stuck his hand in the pickle jar, but he couldn't get the pickle out.
"Stupid Pickle…" Luke said, then had an idea.
Luke stuk his head in the jar, and tried to bite at the pickle.
"Uh-oh…" Luke thought, trying to get his head out of the pickle jar.
Luckily, Daisy came in the kitchen wanting a pickle.
Luke!" Daisy exclaimed.
"Daisy, HELP!" Luke yelled.
"Let me help you!" Daisy said, pulling at the pickle jar.
"Thanks Daisy, I could have suffocated!" Luke said.
"You're welcome" Daisy said, and Luke shared the pickle with Daisy, while they did the pickle dance together.
THE END!