Clara could not believe the scene that was happening before her very eyes. She was enjoying her mouth watering ice cream, pickles and mustard, when Marcel flew out of the chair to the oven. "<em>I'm on it Bubba</em>!" is what she heard, with lightening speed before she could say another word, Marcel had his arms elbow deep in the oven, which had only been turned off moments ago. The very next thing she heard was Marcel howling like a wolf who just got his foot in a trap.<br/><br/>Clara rolled her eyes, in sick amusement, of how two  grown men could cause such confusion in such a short time. She really felt sorry for Marcel and went to the cupboard and pulled down the Raleigh's salve. She went and got some clean towels and peroxide.<br/><br/>"Shhh Marcel, I'll have you fixed up in no time. I wasn't raised on a farm by accident, don'tcha know?"<br/><br/>She threw several towels down on the floor, and poured the peroxide evenly over his back. She took a cloth and wet it under the running faucet, gently cleaning debris from his back. Next she applied the antiseptic salve to his back.<br/><br/>"Give it a few minutes Marcel the sting will be gone."<br/><br/>Clara opened the pantry and took out a new box of corn starch. Shutting off the faucet, she carefully pushed Marcel to the counter. Using a soft cloth she lightly dried his hands, then shook the corn starch over his hands.<br/><br/>"That will stop the burning Marcel, sit here for a few minutes while I bandage your back." Clara looked at Dukey who was standing in the middle of the kitchen floor. "Dukey Pookie, whatever possessed you to think I had children in the oven? I am surprised that at your age,  you would really think such a goofball thing. Is the car ready? We need to get Marcel to a hospital and we need to do it now!"<br/><br/>Her attention went back to Marcel then back to Dukey. "<strong>Now Dukey</strong>, get the car now."