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Gregory, a young boy of 7 spent his summer holiday at my house last years. I and Gregory always had to share the same bed every night.

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You belong in an asylum. It was too cold and she was too sleepy to take it any further.

This is not the type of night you want to wake up wet," Mama warned. They should be right here,' she thought. Maggie Lucille stop your Mama, you best set the lantern down and help me out. She gauged she could get out of her wet nightgown and long johns in about 20 seconds or less if her arms and legs worked well enough in the cold. Maggie lifted the covers up ever so slightly and slipped in as slowly and quietly as she could.

But the sheets, oh dear, the sheets would take forever. She gave Buster a good nudge and he moved over to the other side of Maddie Mae. He circled a few times and settled down, but he kept his curious eyes on Maggie. No need to get out of bed, the Lord knows it's cold. But there was no way out of this.

When they heard the click of the door closing, Maddie Mae lifted her head off the pillow and spoke, "Maggie, you pee your bed tonight, don't you even think of getting in my bed. She had put them there the day after folding the laundry. She lay there trying to muster up the willpower to get up and clean up. But she felt no sensation of peeing.

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Maggie was already snuggled down and Wet in the twin bed across from Maddie Mae's. Say them from where you're at and He'll hear you just fine. She was struck by the thought at that moment, that perhaps Maddie Mae had taken them, and either hidden them or put them on over her own pair to keep herself extra warm. By this time she was running in place trying to keep warm; but it was futile.

Soon they were on the floor rolling, punching, pulling hair, and name-calling. Following, she pulled on her nightcap and story beneath the down covers of her bed. In Jesus name, amen. His contented snores brought an extra measure of peace to the room. An hour later, it was Maddie Mae's eyes that suddenly opened wide, straight out of a dead sleep. Get your hands off me, bed crazy lunatic. Maddie Mae was used to Buster moving around during the night so she did not awaken, but stirred slightly and settled.

Bless them all. Maddie Mae was struggling to get back at Maggie, but Daddy had her firm.

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Mama had left a clean nightgown on the end of the bed, just in case, but no long johns. Mama came in with hot water bottles for them both and they pulled them under their covers to keep warm for at least a few hours. Maddie Mae knew her sister was pretending to be asleep. She nearly fell trying to tug off one leg. But the misery she felt in her bed paled in comparison to what she would feel when she got up to change. Mama and Daddy each grabbed a girl by the nape of their gowns and separated them.

The hollering and blows finally pierced through Maggie's dreamy fog and she woke up. Now the other leg. Soon, though, Maggie was spooning Maddie Mae, who seemed to enjoy the warmth without stirring. She considered how fast she might accomplish these steps to getting back to a warm and dry environment. Daddy was in the lead when they burst into the room with a brightly lit lantern.

He handed the lantern to Mama and struggled to get the girls separated. There was no response. She whipped off the nightie in just a second or two, but getting the wet long johns off swiftly did not go smoothly.

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Wanting to be warm and dry was her utmost desire, but it required her to get out of bed, strip off her wet bedclothes, put on fresh ones, and change her sheets in the arctic air. Buster looked up sensing her unrest.

It did little good. She grabbed a pair of warm stockings and tiptoed over to where Maddie Mae and Buster were sleeping warmly and soundly.

It took an enormous amount of restraint not to shove her sister over and jump in to get warm fast. Buster bolted in terror and watched the show from a corner of the room.

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Going slow was agonizing in the cold. It's cold enough as it is. Probably she could slip on the new, dry bedclothes in less time. She had lain in her wet bed awhile because the urine was no longer warm. She snagged the nightgown and slipped it over her head with the swiftness and speed of a gazelle.

Then her eyes opened wide and her body convulsed with a bitter chill. Then she ran to her dresser and searched for another pair of long johns. The snow fell softly and steadily as the O'Connor family slept. Buster, their shaggy eared dog, lay on the throw rug between their beds. She felt a warm liquid spreading rapidly underneath her.

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Buster was now back up on the bed, running back and forth across it barking. Soon the room was filled with soft, even breathing and the small flickering flame in the lantern. Buster had crawled onto Maddie Mae's bed, keeping her extra warm that night.

It was Buster that did it. Maggie shivered and turned over. Then it registered. They were so involved they failed to hear Mama and Daddy's footsteps coming toward their room from the hall.

Buster realized the show was over and laid his head down with a sigh. They clung to her icy legs and her fingers were stiff and nearly non-functional. Public domain - Pixabay.

His side of the bed is dry, see here," she said patting where Buster had lain. Soon the room returned to silence, warmth and deep dreams. After an interminable struggle, the wet clothing was off. Maggie stirred a bit, then settled back down. Her body felt clammy and frozen. Wet clothes stick to the body and it becomes a greater challenge. The room she shared with her twin sister Maggie, was frigid on this South Dakota winter night. It wasn't Buster Maggie Lucille, and you know it. Holding out an arm to protect herself from Maddie Mae's blows, she returned fire.

Maddie Mae threw her flannel nightgown on over her long johns at lightning speed. Get up you bed pee-er you!