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.