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Cheatin'
Nothing can replicate the thrill of cheating.

This may as well be a portrait of me as a child.

The world of sweets...and cheats!
The key to being a master at cheating is nobody ever suspects you of cheating. True I had seen many kids get sent to time out for being sore losers, for cheating, for throwing fits, but I was not those children. I was trustworthy; therefore I was always tasked with shuffling the cards. And it was in this very act that I would commit the deed of the cheat.

I suppose King of Kandy Kastle, or KKK, is inappropriate for a kid's game.

This whole action would take all of three seconds, and had to be done casually, without faltering or wavering. I wasn't going to be sent to the time-out chair over a simple stumble!
They trusted me, so why bother looking at the other hand? I was like a magician, and Candy Land was my stage and prop.
I did this a few times, not every time, but almost every time. Still nobody caught on. Because I was trusted, I was just a little nerdy kid, I would never cheat.
For weeks and weeks I went unchallenged at the Jefferson Elementary After-School Club.
But there was one time where my skills were put to the test, where my Mozart encountered a Salieri!
Dies Irae! Dies Illa!
This day had gone as normal, my Ice Cream Queen trick had been completed. I was confident and calm, I was several spaces ahead of my nearest rival, my neighbor.


My neighbor had done a classic amateur cheat move, the drop and switch. It was the classic move of a man without the sleight of hand or courage of a master cheater. Now I knew why he was so eager to help set up the board.
But would I dare call him out? How could I without revealing I had spied on him earlier, that would be suspicious. Then he might accuse me right back, and I didn't need that.

Plumpy looked up at me with a slight grin. I looked over at my opponent; his grin was the same, the plumpness of both their faces was equal!
It was infuriating.
I had to do something.

Just like this.
Now I had the card, but how to put it atop the pile for my neighbor's turn?
If I may go on a slight tangent. What is a plum tree doing in a game called Candy Land? Fruit is not candy. Candy is not fruit.
I believe that Plumpy is at the beginning of the game, but just beyond the rainbow bridge, to frustrate children.
His sole purpose is to make kids hate fruit, and hate anyone who tried to associate fruit with candy!
I call it the Plumpy Candy Conspiracy

And is that a grassy knoll in the background...?


Thank you for reading.
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