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Part 3
Cowboy Clay Bailey
Granny Lily
Welcome once again to "Xiaolin Showdown: Worst Fears" with your host, me, Psychiatrist H. Sunshine. Yeesh, that last chapter was freaky... Not as freaky as this one, though, if you choose to look at it that way! Onto... Clay, Dragon of Earth's fear: His grandma... LILY!
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Out in a wide mostly-grassless plain somewhere in Texas, a large ranch house resided. There lived the Baileys, a family of cowboys and cowgirls (I guess). They owned a beef ranch that they all helped out with, though the men of the house did most of the hard work.
The family that actually lived in the house were Mr. and Mrs. Bailey and their children, Clay and Jessie.
Clay and Jessie looked kind of alike, though Clay was about a year older. They both were kind of on the big-boned side, had blond hair that would sometimes cover their eyes if they allowed it, and a light case of freckles.
Clay was nine years old when he realized his fear.
It was a relatively warm day on Thanksgiving. Almost all of the Baileys were at the family ranch on this occasion. After they finished saying grace, they were immediately tearing into the food like wild animals. It was only a matter of minutes until all the food was gone. Yup, that's the Bailey family for ya.
After devouring the three turkeys, they were all tired. (Hey! It's a BIG family!) Some of the members even fell asleep right at the table! After about an hour, some of them woke up and decided to go sleep in a real bed or get cleaned up.
Clay was the last to actually wake up, for some decided to stay asleep. The little kid yawned and looked at himself in the mirror.
"Man, I'm dirtier than a hog after rollin' in horse manure." Clay commented with a small grimace. Then he shrugged and started walking upstairs. He'd been WAY messier before.
When he reached the top of the stairs, he saw his eight-year-old sister, Jessie leaning against the railing. She smiled at Clay.
Clay was always a little suspicious of his sister, even though he cared about her. It was just that she was a magnet for trouble, often getting him into trouble as well.
"What're you so happy 'bout?"
Jessie took in her brother's appearance and snickered. "That's a good look fer ya, big bro!"
The boy narrowed his visible eye at the laughing girl, his anger and embarrassment growing with each passing second.
"Well, you'd better wash up or ma'll scrub ya like year-old caked-on food on an ungreased pancake griddle." Jessie said after her laughter subsided. "Use the bathroom at the end of the hall."
Her brother lifted an eyebrow. "Why that bathroom?"
"Because Uncle Bob just got finished in one bathroom and Auntie Clarabelle in the first floor one." (A/N: Hint, hint.)
Clay made a disgusted face but was still suspicious of his sister, who was grinning at him. So, casting a last weary look at Jessie, he made his way to the end of the hall to the door with a little wooden cow ornament hanging on a nail: the bathroom. He shrugged and opened the door...
Nothing could have prepared little Clay for what lied beyond that door.
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Jessie was hanging around her bedroom door when Clay left, which was right across from Clay's on the second floor, whistling. Then, she heard what she was waiting to hear.
Screaming. Lots and lots and LOTS of screaming. She smirked when she heard the fast-paced thumping of running footsteps coming closer and closer. She looked to her left and saw Clay running as fast as he could to his bedroom door, still screaming. When he caught sight of Jessie after catching his breath, he looked up at her.
His expression was priceless in Jessie's opinion; Clay's eyes were wide, you could even see the other eye from under his blonde hair, his hair was practically sticking up in some places, pretty much just terror-stricken.
His look turned into a fierce glower when his sister began laughing histerically.
"Clay! Where are you?"
Clay's looked behind him and screamed again, pushing the door open, running inside his room, and slammed the door shut. Locks locking could be heard from outside the door. Jessie looked up just in time to see Granny Lily wrapped in a towel outside of Clay's door, trying to get her grandson to open it. More screaming.
Her plan had worked perfectly. Clay had seen Granny Lily taking a bath, naked.
PRESENT PRESENT NOW NOW
That one time has scarred Clay Bailey for life. Well, he never really liked Granny Lily anyways. This was my response after he told me:
Man, do I feel sorry for you!
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(nodds) Yup, that's how I see it. Seeing your grandparents naked is something one does not want to see twice in one lifetime...