No peanuts please

Con­cerned par­ent writes — tongue-in-cheek — about dan­gers of food al­ler­gies


In the teeny, tiny town of Topia, the an­i­mals were anx­iously await­ing the most awe­some day of the year; Hal­loween. On this day, all the res­i­dents of Topia dress up and go from home to home, gath­er­ing as many treats as they can. Bears some­times dress as moose, and one year, lit­tle Bron­son Duck­ling dressed as a fox and chased his sis­ter, Rea­gan, for five min­utes be­fore his tail got caught on a branch and har­nessed him to a large maple tree, where he be­came the per­fect prey for Rea­gan, who tick­led him un­til his whiskers quiv­ered to the crisp leafy fall ground.

As ev­ery­one was busy dec­o­rat­ing their homes and plan­ning their cos­tumes, the Duck­ling fam­ily was ner­vously sit­ting in the wait­ing room of Dr. Chick, who was about to de­liver news that would change their lives for­ever. Just as they feared, Dr. Chick in­formed the Duck­lings that Bron­son had a peanut al­lergy, and that they could no longer eat any­thing that con­tained peanuts.

As Mommy and Daddy Duck­ling talked to Dr. Chick, lit­tle Bron­son frowned at his sis­ter and qui­etly whis­pered into her ear, “Does this mean we have to can­cel Hal­loween?”

“I don’t know,” said Rea­gan. “I guess we’ll have to wait and see.”

When the Duck­lings re­turned home, they had to get rid of all the peanut prod­ucts in their house and de­cided to place a sign on their door read­ing, “This is a Peanut Free Home. Our son has a se­vere al­lergy to peanuts.”

Later that evening, Bron­son slowly wad­dled up to his daddy and asked if the fam­ily had to can­cel Hal­loween. “I think so,” replied Dad, who could see the hurt in his son’s eyes.

“I’m sorry, sis,” said Bron­son, as he shame­fully cud­dled into his mommy’s shoul­der.

“Don’t be sad, son,” said Daddy. “It’s not your fault. Your mommy and I will think of some­thing, I prom­ise.”

Af­ter the chil­dren went to bed, Mommy and Daddy Duck­ling sat at the ta­ble and tried to think of ways to keep their son safe with­out hav­ing to can­cel Hal­loween, but no mat­ter what ideas they had, noth­ing seemed to be good enough.

It was just too risky. This year, the Duck­lings would have to can­cel Hal­loween!

The next morn­ing, Mommy and Daddy dis­ap­point­edly paced the floor, try­ing to find the best mo­ment to break the news to the lit­tle Duck- lings. Thank­fully, they didn’t get the chance.

“Daddy! Mommy! I know what we can do! I know what we can do!” bel­lowed Rea­gan as she scur­ried into the kitchen. “We don’t have to can­cel Hal­loween! I know what we can do!”

“What is it dar­ling?” asked her mommy.

“When we go to some­one’s home, we can sim­ply say, “Trick or treat. No peanuts please.” This will let ev­ery­one know that they can’t give us any good­ies that have peanuts, and we can still go trick or treat­ing. It’s a mar­velous idea, isn’t it Mommy?” Rea­gan ex­claimed as she swirled around in ex­cite­ment. So that is what they did. That Hal­loween was one of the best ever. All the an­i­mals were very amused and im­pressed by the lit­tle green dragon who couldn’t eat peanuts, and the very lively witch who cack­led, “No Peanuts Please” on the spooky door steps of the per­fect teeny tiny town of Topia.

When the ex­hausted lit­tle Duck­lings re­turned home that evening, Bron­son proudly wad­dled to his sis­ter, who was munch­ing down on some choco­late cov­ered grass seed, and whis­pered in her ear, “I love you, sis.”

“I love you too, Bron­son,” gig­gled Rea­gan, as her choco­laty cov­ered wings reached to em­brace a very ea­ger lit­tle brother. — Jody Doyle is a teacher and res­i­dent of Brisol’s Hope. Jody and his wife, Colleen, re­cently learned that their 18-month-old

son, Bron­son, has a se­vere peanut al­lergy. He wrote this

story in an ef­fort to ed­u­cate peo­ple about the dan­gers and sen­si­tiv­i­ties of peanut al­ler­gies.

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