3120. The cat explained to me how best to deal with Jason. I would not try to beat him up, but instead I would just make friends with him, but in the process I would first scare him half to death.
I came up with a plan. Jason’s path home from school passed by a series
of tall hedges. Those hedges, like the cat’s pricker bushes came right
down to the edge of the sidewalk. I picked a place, just after it got
dark, and waited for Jason to pass by.
Jason was sent to the story every evening, because his grandmother
didn’t have a car. Jason went to get groceries almost every night, so it
was not long before, from my hiding place in the bushes, I saw him
coming all by himself, bogged down with two bags of groceries.
3123. He got past me about five paces, and I crept out of the bushes and got behind him in the dark. I jumped up onto his back and grabbed hold of his hair on either side of his head. For a few seconds he staggered back and forth, and it was like riding a little pony, and then he fell on the ground all in a heap.