For seven years I took our Boy Scout troop to summer camp and had a tradition of having some fun with the new boys. The layout of our camp was such that the latrine was within eyesight of my tent, thirty feet away. The latrine had plywood sides for privacy but for Scout safety the plywood was raised up off the concrete by two feet. It was short enough you could see the boy's head over the top as well. So the new boy would come strolling out of the latrine never having used one in his life and clearly was a mite uncomfortable being within sight of the campground. I would be sitting in camp doing sign-offs for boys in their Scout books and here comes the new camper back into the campground. Without looking up I would address the new boy by name and tell him, "I didn't hear you flush the latrine. Go back and flush it or it is going to smell up the campsite." He would scurry away embarrassed at his oversight and the minute he turned his back the second year campers would be on the ground silently laughing. You see, it was them last year who the prank was pulled on.
In short order the boy had reentered the latrine and gingerly had approached the throne on which he had been seated. From our vantage point we can see his feet moving forward, backward, shuffling to one side and then another. All the while the boys are rolling on the ground laughing. Usually the boy in the latrine would address me by yelling he just can't find it - where is it? I would respond that it is on the BACK side of the stool. (Boys now are getting louder with their laughter.) "Reach on back there and you will find it. Then once you flush it get back to camp so we can work on your knots." Flustered, the boy would come out of the latrine only to realize what had been going on. Twelve months later each of those boys would be nagging me to be sure to remember to pull that prank on the new boys. Good clean fun. Not sure what this has to do with candy but in a general sense I guess all was not as it first appeared.
In short order the boy had reentered the latrine and gingerly had approached the throne on which he had been seated. From our vantage point we can see his feet moving forward, backward, shuffling to one side and then another. All the while the boys are rolling on the ground laughing. Usually the boy in the latrine would address me by yelling he just can't find it - where is it? I would respond that it is on the BACK side of the stool. (Boys now are getting louder with their laughter.) "Reach on back there and you will find it. Then once you flush it get back to camp so we can work on your knots." Flustered, the boy would come out of the latrine only to realize what had been going on. Twelve months later each of those boys would be nagging me to be sure to remember to pull that prank on the new boys. Good clean fun. Not sure what this has to do with candy but in a general sense I guess all was not as it first appeared.