Hi everyone on this very cold Tuesday! I know you are waiting to find out what happened next so let’s get right into our adventure.
Dad managed to go around that branch nicely. I thought for sure he would fall into the creek right there. When he was almost across there was a sudden ‘crack’, not loud, but noticeable. And just as suddenly the tree broke. The look on dad’s face as he went straight down. Priceless. But he did miss the creek. Instead, he landed in the wet mud beside the creek. Poor dad. Covered in mud. That was too much. I just couldn’t contain myself. I laughed. And laughed. Until my stomach was sore. For some reason dad didn’t see the comedy of it all. I tried to explain. But I couldn’t stop laughing long enough. Oh my. It’s amazing how often dad either fell in mud or water on one of our adventures.
He was on his hands and knees. While I was laughing. Just the way it was. Even though dad was always doing something to himself, he never really got hurt. Quite amazing. Good thing you brought those extra clothes this time, I said, still laughing. Ha, Ha, said dad. As he was about to get up he suddenly pointed behind me and said ‘look’. So I did. Whap! A splat of mud hit me on the back. Mud fight!, I yelled. I picked up a handful and tossed it quickly towards dad. Too bad he moved. I would have missed him. My aim was terrible. As it was, it hit him right on the face.
Good thing you’re wearing glasses, I said, kept your eyes clean. I can’t see, said dad. He took his glasses off and went to the creek to wash them. I was still laughing. Decided to sit down on a log for a bit while dad changed his clothes. There was some purple finches in the bushes along the beaver pond. A flock of geese flew by heading south. Kind of late for them, I remarked to dad. My glasses are still dirty, he said. That got me laughing again. I’m like that. Once I get laughing it is just hard to stop. Sometimes days after. How can you laugh so much?, asked dad. You’re just too funny, I said, you’re always getting wet or covered with mud. Only when you’re along, he replied.
Oh well. Off we went, sun shining through the trees. Half an hour later we still hadn’t made it to the railway tracks. Looked shorter on the map, I said. BONEHEAD!, was all that dad said. It was very quiet walking along, except for the crunching of leaves under foot. The leaves however, were soon left behind as we entered a stand of pine. Then it happened. We could see it coming out of the trees. It moved ever so slowly. We froze. It kept coming toward us. Now what. Can’t climb a tree. That beast can climb faster than we can. Try to outrun it? Right. We have both seen those monsters run. Our hearts were beating faster with each step that beast took.
Finally it was no more than a dozen feet away. It stopped and stared right at us. Then it stood up on it’s hind legs. Hard to believe. Face to face with….This is getting long again so better stop until tomorrow. Have a wonderful day everyone and God bless!
Steve and Muffin.
© 2019 Steve McLeod.