Mr. Fema Ma was true to his word. The next day they came around and went thourgh all the houses taking what food they was able to find. I could tell he was disappointed in the two days worth we had left for them to find here. They came into the house with 6 big boxes and they left with only one half full. They took down the names and ages of everyone in the house and then added their physcial limitations. John, Dave and the neighbor lady were excempt from working. The rest of us were given our work assignments. We all noticed that they all seemed to be looking for something besides food. If its guns they are looking for good luck finding them. They also commendeered our van and Dave's truck. Said they were needed to ferry the young people back and forth to the farms. They are going to regret taking my van. Come hell or high water they are going to learn pay back is a real bitch!
After they left I pulled out 4 full bottles of stool softener and crushed them into a powder. They had taken my can of cocoa I had planned on using to make the chocolate cakes so I will add them to something else. They had told us to report the next morning at the high school for our day's allotment of food. They did leave us one bag of powdered milk for Maci but took every other scrap of food we had. At 7am tomorrow all the young adults in town have to be standing outside their doors ready to catch their rides to the farms. The day after Julie, Tammy and I have to report to the high school at 5 am to start cooking. I am beyond pissed. I am livid. I am going to start the attack first thing that morning. I picked a bunch of poke berrries after they left and blended them and then strained them. I am going to mix the juice from the berrie with what ever I can for breakfast. Then at dinner I am going to add the crushed stool softeners to something.
Tammy and I pulled out my notebook on toxic weeds and we are going to do everything we can to make these people wish they had never come to this town.
When we showed up at the high school on the day we were suppose to report we found most of our food was set back for their needs. I found my box of cocoa. I know its mine because it has my handwriting on it where I had wrote the best buy date on the front of the can. We were given a list of todays menus and how many we had to cook for. Assorted juices were the first thing on the list. Little did they know they had walked right into my little plan. I got out one bottle of each type of juice. Poured all of them but the grape juice in to serving picthers and placed them in the refrigerator to chill. I reached in my coat pocket when the guard was busy helping Tammy get boxes of pancake mix off the shelf in the storage room and I grapped the quart jar of poke berry juice and poured it in the picther for the grape juice then I poured in enough real grape juice to make it look like I had put the whole bottle in. The rest of the juice was washed down the drain. I added a litlle bit of sugar to make sure it was sweet enough to help mask the flavor of the poke berries then sat it in the refrigerator to chill. After all the food was cooked and all of them had eaten it was time to clean up and get ready for lunch. The ladies all knew what I had done so when one of them brought back the juice picthers to the kitchen to be washed she poured what little remained of the grape juice down the drain and washed the picther really well.
For lunch we were suppose to make beef stew, side salads and biscuits and jello. One of the ladies had brought a bag of green poison ivy leaves and chopped them up in some of the salads. She had mixed several types of salad greens together so it was hard to tell which ones had the poison ivy in them. We were all required to wear food prep gloves while cooking so none of us had to risk touching the poison ivy or the bowls it was in. Tammy kept the guard busy by using the fact that she is short and could not reach some of the things we needed off the higher shelves for food prep. When everyone lined up for lunch we realized the line was shorter than it had been that morning.
At dinner we were suppose to make spaghetti with meatballs, fresh vegetable platter, jello with fruit in it and pineapple upside down cake. When Tammy went to get the pineapple she noticed they had come from our house. She also got 3 boxes of white cake mix and a jar of marchino cherries. She got busy making the cake mixes while I prepared the pans and put the butter, brown sugar, pineapple and the cherries in the pan. One of the other ladies distracted the guard while I snuck Tammy the crushed stool softener to add to the cake batter. She had poured enough batter into one pan before adding the stool softener to the rest of the batter so not everyone would get it.
After everyone had eaten and every thing was cleaned up we were allowed to go home. It was 9 pm by that time and we were all exhausted. When we got home we got to eat those God awful MRE's they had passed out that morning for our food for today. Those idiots don't realize it yet but they are really ticking off a lot of people. We could not eat those MRE's so I pulled out some jars of homecanned beef soup and we heated those up and ate them.
Steve, Nikki and the rest came home shortly after we did. They told how they would hit the apples together to bruise them before packing them. Then they had to come into town and load the train cars. Mike, Steve, Jr and some others had carried all types of bugs in ziplock bags hidden in their clothes and when they could they would dump the bugs into the boxes of apple and shake them down to the bottom. They also told us that while they were being driven back and forth and all the time they were working they were being told how important it is that all people recieve the same amounts. The have nots should get the same as the have alls. And that all Ameicans should recieve equal amounts of everything. If that is so why is Mr Fema and the rest getting real food while we are being given something that is not even fit for a dog to eat?
The next day the neighbor lady behind us and the one across the street from her had to report to the high school to prepare meals for Mr. Smug Faced Fema Man and the rest. They came back laughing as they had seen some of the people broken out with poison ivy on their faces, their hands and even in their mouths. Some of the people were running back and forth to the bathrooms across the lunch room and would finally give up trying to eat and would leave. Mr. Smug Faced Fema Man only had coffee all day because he tummy was upset. Today the women had put anti diaherra medicene in the food to bind some of the people up so they could not go to the bathroom.
On the days that we did not have to work at the school we had to pick the produce in our own gardens and hand it over the the troops who came to collect them. The neighbor had found some cut worms in his tomatoes so he gave us some of them. We used screw driver to make wholes in some of the tomatoes and then put the worms in the holes. We made sure the tomatoes were at the bottom of the boxes we had been given to pack them in.
People were going around letting air out of tires and placing old screws under tires. The troops spent quite a bit of time fixing or airing up tires. Local cars, trucks and vans were coming up with broken fan belts, fouled spark plugs, mufflers that were leaking bad, leaks in radiators and other small fixable problems. It took two weeks of constant behind the scences covert attacks before Mr Smug Face Fema Man and his rag tag gang of thugs pulled out of town. Some of them had left earlier due to the fact they had poison ivy so bad in their throats and mouths they had to be put in the hospital. Mr. Smug Faced Fema Man knows we did those things but he was unable to find any proof.
The day he pulled out I noticed that his sharp dressed power suit no longer looked like a power suit. It was dirty and stained. He had lost a bunch of weight and was scratching the blood out of himself. He had poison ivy and if I am not mistaken he was looking for fleas on himself and knocking them off.
The town folks were whooping and hollering as they pulled out. Some started yelling "Good riddence and don't come back". Soon everyone had picked up that chant and were all saying it. This time we were the ones with the smug look on our faces.
After they left I pulled out 4 full bottles of stool softener and crushed them into a powder. They had taken my can of cocoa I had planned on using to make the chocolate cakes so I will add them to something else. They had told us to report the next morning at the high school for our day's allotment of food. They did leave us one bag of powdered milk for Maci but took every other scrap of food we had. At 7am tomorrow all the young adults in town have to be standing outside their doors ready to catch their rides to the farms. The day after Julie, Tammy and I have to report to the high school at 5 am to start cooking. I am beyond pissed. I am livid. I am going to start the attack first thing that morning. I picked a bunch of poke berrries after they left and blended them and then strained them. I am going to mix the juice from the berrie with what ever I can for breakfast. Then at dinner I am going to add the crushed stool softeners to something.
Tammy and I pulled out my notebook on toxic weeds and we are going to do everything we can to make these people wish they had never come to this town.
When we showed up at the high school on the day we were suppose to report we found most of our food was set back for their needs. I found my box of cocoa. I know its mine because it has my handwriting on it where I had wrote the best buy date on the front of the can. We were given a list of todays menus and how many we had to cook for. Assorted juices were the first thing on the list. Little did they know they had walked right into my little plan. I got out one bottle of each type of juice. Poured all of them but the grape juice in to serving picthers and placed them in the refrigerator to chill. I reached in my coat pocket when the guard was busy helping Tammy get boxes of pancake mix off the shelf in the storage room and I grapped the quart jar of poke berry juice and poured it in the picther for the grape juice then I poured in enough real grape juice to make it look like I had put the whole bottle in. The rest of the juice was washed down the drain. I added a litlle bit of sugar to make sure it was sweet enough to help mask the flavor of the poke berries then sat it in the refrigerator to chill. After all the food was cooked and all of them had eaten it was time to clean up and get ready for lunch. The ladies all knew what I had done so when one of them brought back the juice picthers to the kitchen to be washed she poured what little remained of the grape juice down the drain and washed the picther really well.
For lunch we were suppose to make beef stew, side salads and biscuits and jello. One of the ladies had brought a bag of green poison ivy leaves and chopped them up in some of the salads. She had mixed several types of salad greens together so it was hard to tell which ones had the poison ivy in them. We were all required to wear food prep gloves while cooking so none of us had to risk touching the poison ivy or the bowls it was in. Tammy kept the guard busy by using the fact that she is short and could not reach some of the things we needed off the higher shelves for food prep. When everyone lined up for lunch we realized the line was shorter than it had been that morning.
At dinner we were suppose to make spaghetti with meatballs, fresh vegetable platter, jello with fruit in it and pineapple upside down cake. When Tammy went to get the pineapple she noticed they had come from our house. She also got 3 boxes of white cake mix and a jar of marchino cherries. She got busy making the cake mixes while I prepared the pans and put the butter, brown sugar, pineapple and the cherries in the pan. One of the other ladies distracted the guard while I snuck Tammy the crushed stool softener to add to the cake batter. She had poured enough batter into one pan before adding the stool softener to the rest of the batter so not everyone would get it.
After everyone had eaten and every thing was cleaned up we were allowed to go home. It was 9 pm by that time and we were all exhausted. When we got home we got to eat those God awful MRE's they had passed out that morning for our food for today. Those idiots don't realize it yet but they are really ticking off a lot of people. We could not eat those MRE's so I pulled out some jars of homecanned beef soup and we heated those up and ate them.
Steve, Nikki and the rest came home shortly after we did. They told how they would hit the apples together to bruise them before packing them. Then they had to come into town and load the train cars. Mike, Steve, Jr and some others had carried all types of bugs in ziplock bags hidden in their clothes and when they could they would dump the bugs into the boxes of apple and shake them down to the bottom. They also told us that while they were being driven back and forth and all the time they were working they were being told how important it is that all people recieve the same amounts. The have nots should get the same as the have alls. And that all Ameicans should recieve equal amounts of everything. If that is so why is Mr Fema and the rest getting real food while we are being given something that is not even fit for a dog to eat?
The next day the neighbor lady behind us and the one across the street from her had to report to the high school to prepare meals for Mr. Smug Faced Fema Man and the rest. They came back laughing as they had seen some of the people broken out with poison ivy on their faces, their hands and even in their mouths. Some of the people were running back and forth to the bathrooms across the lunch room and would finally give up trying to eat and would leave. Mr. Smug Faced Fema Man only had coffee all day because he tummy was upset. Today the women had put anti diaherra medicene in the food to bind some of the people up so they could not go to the bathroom.
On the days that we did not have to work at the school we had to pick the produce in our own gardens and hand it over the the troops who came to collect them. The neighbor had found some cut worms in his tomatoes so he gave us some of them. We used screw driver to make wholes in some of the tomatoes and then put the worms in the holes. We made sure the tomatoes were at the bottom of the boxes we had been given to pack them in.
People were going around letting air out of tires and placing old screws under tires. The troops spent quite a bit of time fixing or airing up tires. Local cars, trucks and vans were coming up with broken fan belts, fouled spark plugs, mufflers that were leaking bad, leaks in radiators and other small fixable problems. It took two weeks of constant behind the scences covert attacks before Mr Smug Face Fema Man and his rag tag gang of thugs pulled out of town. Some of them had left earlier due to the fact they had poison ivy so bad in their throats and mouths they had to be put in the hospital. Mr. Smug Faced Fema Man knows we did those things but he was unable to find any proof.
The day he pulled out I noticed that his sharp dressed power suit no longer looked like a power suit. It was dirty and stained. He had lost a bunch of weight and was scratching the blood out of himself. He had poison ivy and if I am not mistaken he was looking for fleas on himself and knocking them off.
The town folks were whooping and hollering as they pulled out. Some started yelling "Good riddence and don't come back". Soon everyone had picked up that chant and were all saying it. This time we were the ones with the smug look on our faces.