Tigers last Stand Narrative Tiger McBride My brother is a tattle tale and always my mother sides with him. Colorado was his name and he would always piss me off to no end just for the hell of it and get me in trouble. So one hot day last summertime I was staining the deck in the backyard of our house. “Get back to work, what am I paying you for!” my dad exclaimed. I did just that, I Got back on the ladder and started staining the deck with the old roller that squeaked every time I would push the sloshy stain. The stain would slowly dribble down and onto the crusty walls of the house below. When I had nearly completed half of the job a wind blew up chased by dark ominous clouds which to me spelled a disaster on the horizon for my stain job. Realizing the imminence of this potential multi-level catastrophe I took immediate action which included capping the five-gallon bucket of stain and cleaning my roller in a separate bucket …show more content…
I thought I was paying you to work not play in the mud”. I stuttered almost in tears, “it was a trap planned by Colorado”. To which Dad only replied “sure, sure, sure, tell me another one, and we are going to have to shave all your hair off to get the tar out of it. “ Two hours later my Dad had freed me from the deck, but neither paint thinner nor the gasoline he applied to me could get all the tar or stain off my body. Before I was free I heard a “caw, caw, caw” from overhead. Dad Laughed “you are nearly as black as the crows which are gathering. They can smell potential prey from over a mile away” he joked... But I became very leery as I had soon attracted a murder of crows, over twenty, on the tree above the deck as I continued to was the stain and tar off with the petroleum products. I felt no comfort or assurance in their presence; while I was still stuck and my dad told me they go for the eyes