The first thing Celeste had to do is head for the storage cellar where her mother stored and canned tomatoes for the winter. She had overheard a group of young boy’s in church say stewed tomatoes would get the scent of skunk out. Her eyes dripped with tears from the foul odor of skunk when she opened the outside cellar door. Careful to not make a sound, the little cowgirl entered the underground shelter and headed straight for the jars of tomatoes.
She placed ten jars in a big basket she had found sitting on a wooden table, and took off to the barn leaving the cellar door open in case she needed to return. “Holy crud, I’m a stinky winky, how in the heck am I gonna git this scent off me.” Celeste mumbled to herself as she approached the barn and went to a secret passage room no one knew about but her. She thought the room must have been made in case a tornado twirled it’s way across the farm. Quickly she looked around to see if anyone took note of her, and when the coast was clear she moved the long board from its hinges and slid between the opening with ease. It didn’t take her no time at all to open the jars and begin the task of scrubbing the stench off her body.
From head to toe Celeste covered her body with the stewed tomatoes while scrubbing her body with a dirty cloth as fast as possible. She stayed quiet until she was soaked to the bone with the red acid substance. Her clothes she would leave behind and come back tomorrow to bury them in the dirt; but for now she stood naked and let the tomatoes do their magic.
“Holy shit, do you smell a light scent of skunk Dale?” One of the farm helpers yelled out. Celeste’s eyes widen with fear she would be caught with her pants down. Silence was her best policy until the coast was clear. “I think the darn thing passed through here, so git back to work Fred and bring the other cows in to git milked.” Dale replied in his heavy southern drawl dialect.
Celeste held her breath when Fred walked passed her hiding spot to open the door and let a few cow’s get into their cubicles to eat and be milked. Each step she took backwards in her hiding spot she was quiet as a mouse. She blended into the darkness just in time when Fred stopped by the opening of her secret spot. “I swear now I smell tomatoes and skunk.” He took a big whiff and followed the scent his nose lead him too. Celeste held her breath. “FRED…git over here now!” Dale roared out.
Fred was about to peek between the boards when Dale yelled out, “Now boy!” Fred immediately turned around and headed back to the milking station, while Celeste blew out a sign of relief.
“How the heck am I gonna git out of here without being seen?” Celeste whispered to herself. Dripping wet and still smelling like skunk, she waited it out until the men left to empty their buckets of milk. Fast as lightening the country girl jumped on the moment to get the heck out of Dodge. She slid between the opening nude while leaving her clothing behind, and ran for the little stream of water hidden in the woods.
No one saw the little girl run into the woods except her best friend Ghost. The white quarter horse followed his buddy to her destination until he smelt the scent of skunk. He quickly backed away and didn’t follow her anymore. Celeste was happy to reach the stream and scamper to rub mud all over her body even in her long curly hair. Finally covered from head to toe she waited it out and let the mud dry. After an hour passed she rolled in the stream of water to clean herself up, and then added more mud to her body and sat for another hour. By the time she felt that she didn’t have the funk anymore she left the woods to return to get her last set of clothing in tack room.
Scouting out the best course to take to get to the tack room unseen was a chore in itself. The little half-breed skillfully bounded to and fro to each hiding place. Rushing and staying hidden the naked huntress became one with the land until she reached her final concealed destination.
There was no time to waste when she entered the tack room. She went to her storage trunk and pulled out a pair of pants and a t-shirt. She had finish pulling her pants up and buttoning them when she was scared stricken. “Well Moo Moo, what do we have here?” Celeste twirled around with eyes opened wide and saw Dale looking at her with drunken lust.
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