They Play Duck, Duck, Goose

A game of Duck-Duck-Goose ensued. #1 laid down the rules as #2, #3, #4, and #5 sat in something similar to a circle. “Everyone sit in a circle,” #1 instructed. “Everyone sit and I’m it, I’m it first. And… no! Sit down! Sit down!” she said as she chased #5 down and forced him back to the ground.

Once #5 was in place #1 began again. “I’m it. Ready?” The game then commenced. “Angel… angel… angel… angel…”

As she circled, #5 got up and started running around the circle on his own, all the while the rest of the girls shouted, “Me! Me! Pick me!”

“Angel… angel… DEVIL!” #2 shot up like a rocket and chased #1 around the now egg-shaped circle. #1 was safe and #5 dove into the moosh pot with the energy as if he knew what he was doing.

#2 started her own version of the game. “Train… train… train…” she said as she walked around the ever evolving circle. “Train… train… train… CABOOSE!” #1 was picked and pandemonium broke out.

#1 chased #2. #2 ran around the now rectangle. #3 and #4 protested loudly against the injustice on not getting picked. #5 made a mad dash around the then triangle, went once around the Christmas tree, and dove under the dinning room table.

I suppose what happened next was something close to a United Nations Peace Conference. #5 was physically drug from under the table by #1 back to the reforming circle. #3 and #4 complained that they wanted to play too. #2 shouted that she could pick who she wanted. #1 shouted above the whole crowd in the attempt to make a compromise while at the same time yanking #5 out of the moosh pot and back to his designated spot on the carpet.

Finally #1 took charge. “OK, I got it. I got it. I will sit and it is now her turn,” she said pointing to #4.

#4 stared her turn with, “Bug… bug… bug…” while at the same time #5 had escaped from the moosh pot and was running in the opposite direction to #4 frustrating #1. “Bug… bug… bug… FROG!” Following the proper rules of engagement #4 tapped #3 on the head.

#3 jumped up and chased #4 and at the same moment #5 rushed his two sisters head-on. The resulting catastrophe was #4 got knocked into the moosh pot and #3 into the Christmas tree. #1 tackled #5 and #2 flat-out disappeared into the back rooms.

With that ended another game of good, clean fun.

I feel the need to confess something, Wife and I were witness to the entire calamity from the safety of the dining room table. Throughout their comical game we did our utmost to remain sitting up while laughing at the non-scripted travesty before us. After all, there was no harm in it, until the Christmas tree was threatened that is.