(You know. That time of year when it's wet and muddy.)
The boys spent Saturday night out at the cabin consuming a HUGE amount of food.
Up early the next morning, it seemed like it was time to play.
Characters: One grandson, two of his friends, a grandfather, and one dad
G: Pappy, I need your help.
Pappy: Where are you?
G: At the cabin.
Pappy: Why? What did you do?
G: I got your 4-wheeler stuck.
Pappy: Why are you calling me?
G: I don't want my dad to know.
Pappy: Where by the cabin? In the pond?
G: No. Down by the lake.
Pappy: I can't get that out alone. Knowing where you got it stuck, I'll need your dad's help.
So, trekking down to the lake on the back road with the other two 4-wheelers, rope, chains, and plenty of hooks, this is what we found on the lake's edge.
(By the way.
The three boys walked.)
This vehicle was hooked up to the others, and with all boys pushing and pulling, we finally got it out.
Later that afternoon, we returned to the cabin and found
the "armada" was washed and neatly lined up in the garage of the cabin.
The cabin was picked up and spotless,
and there was nothing left of the crime except a wet pile of mud outside by the spigot.
Ten years from now, we will be retelling this story and laughing.
**Note: My favorite part was when "Pappy" was telling "Dad" (our son) not to get so upset.
And so the torch is passed.
~Nancy ~ 97/365