The Personal History, Adventures, Experiences & Observations of Peter Leroy
Little Follies
Do Clams Bite?
Chapter 10: “Kill Him!”
by Eric Kraft, as Peter Leroy

Little Follies cover



  GRANDFATHER RAISED THE SAILS, and we began the slow haul across the bay.  It occurred to me that a heavy fog might roll in, obscuring the flats, making it impossible for us to find them, impossible for us to clam there.  A dark, angry line of thunderclouds might appear on the horizon and bear down on us, and Grandfather would have to turn back.  The Rambunctious might spring a mighty leak, and we would all have to crowd into the dinghy and row to shore.  Instead, the day stayed fair, and the Rambunctious leaked no more than usual.  We arrived at the flats in due time, Grandfather dropped the sails, cranked him up again, and stood in the bow holding the anchor, looking for a promising piece of bottom, while my father took my usual job, holding the tiller steady, and waiting for word to kill him.  I looked over the side, watching the bottom move slowly toward the stern, unrolling like a story.  It was, depending on how I saw it on any particular day, seaweed interrupted by patches of sand or sand interrupted by patches of seaweed.  On this day it was seaweed interrupted by patches of sand.  Now and then I’d see a fish swimming along, a crab crawling across one of the sandy spots, pieces of broken shell, jelly fish, an eel.  I always hoped that Grandfather was looking for a wide sandy spot while he stood in the bow, since the sand was much nicer to stand on than the weeds, and I had a better chance to see what was sneaking up on me if it came across the sand than if it came skulking through the weeds.
    “Kill him!” Grandfather shouted.  A family, fifty yards or so off starboard, looked up at this shout.  They had a small motorboat anchored in the flats.  The father was doing some clamming, using a rake.  The mother was sunning on the tiny deck forward.  Two children were paddling around in inner tubes.
    “OK!” called my father.  He grabbed a screwdriver and shorted the spark-plug lead to the block.  He coughed a couple of times and died.  I let out a scream and fell to the deck in the cockpit.
    “What are you up to, Peter?” asked my father.  “He’s dead,” he called out to Grandfather.  I raised myself on one elbow and peeked over at the family.  Father and the children were scrambling for the boat.  Mother was tugging at the anchor line.  Soon they were planing toward the mainland, ahead of a wide, white wake, and we had a broad expanse of the flats to ourselves.
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Little Follies is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, dialogues, settings, and businesses portrayed in it are products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. 

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“My Mother Takes a Tumble,” “Do Clams Bite?,” “Life on the Bolotomy,” “The Static of the Spheres,” “The Fox and the Clam,” “The Girl with the White Fur Muff,” “Take the Long Way Home,” and “Call Me Larry” were originally published in paperback by Apple-Wood Books.

Little Follies was first published in hardcover by Crown Publishers, Inc., 201 East 50th Street, New York, New York 10022. Member of the Crown Publishing Group.


For information about publication rights outside the U. S. A., audio rights, serial rights, screen rights, and so on, e-mail the author’s imaginary agent, Alec “Nick” Rafter.

The illustration at the top of the page is an adaptation of an illustration by Stewart Rouse that first appeared on the cover of the August 1931 issue of Modern Mechanics and Inventions. The boy at the controls of the aerocycle doesn’t particularly resemble Peter Leroy—except, perhaps, for the smile.

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