Tricky Tonnage

When you’ve lived across the fence from an amateur inventor, you come to expect anything. When the wind was right we used to get some of the awfullest chemical stinks from the Nicklheim barn, and we got so used to hearing explosions that they didn’t bother us any more than automobile backfires. We just took it for granted when we’d see Elmer, the boy next door, walking around with his eyebrows singed off and the rest of him wrapped up in bandages.