Saturday Stories. #13 Part 2

PLEASE NOTE: This story is from years ago and is meant for enjoyment and humor. Thank you.

Good morning everyone and welcome back to another Story from the past. Or really, part 2 of that story. If you missed part 1 and would like to read it, you can do so by clicking Part 1. I hope. That should bring up a link that you can click which will take you to part 1. I hope. If that does not work, then you are on your own. Sorry about that. Sigh.

Male Purple Finch enjoying lunch.

Anyway, where we left the story last week, Krissy and I were in the basement of this old abandoned house and a bear had just started to come down the stairs after we had finished looking around. “Um, what now Steve?” asked Krissy. “Well, I will try to keep it’s attention focused on me while you get up the stairs and run back to the car,” I said.

“And you get killed and I get stuck out here all alone because I do not know how to drive,” she added, “not a good plan.” “Well, a good, loud, ear piercing scream might do it,” I said. That was all Krissy needed to hear and she let loose with an amazingly loud scream! That poor bear, which had come down just three steps so far, moved backward up those stairs so fast and then ran off back into the forest.

Female Purple Finch looking at me in kind of an odd way.

We came back up out of that basement quickly too, in case that bear decided to come back. “My backpack!” yelled Krissy. “Our lunch!” I added. “Who cares about the food,” she said, “that bear destroyed my new backpack. It was expensive too.” “I’m hungry and we have no food now,” I said again. She looked at me.

“Oh, look at your backpack,” I said, “not much left of it.” “About time,” she said. My ears were still ringing from that scream. “Where is your backpack?” she asked. “I left it in the car for safety,” I said. She looked at me. It’s kind of an odd look. And she does it quite often. “I put some muffins in your backpack, just in case,” she said. I ran out and got them.

Another male Purple Finch.

“At least we have food,” I said. “It would be fun to smush one of these muffins on top of your head,” she said looking at it. “It does not sound like fun,” I said, “more fun to eat it.” She obviously did not agree with that. She broke one muffin in half and smushed half on my head. She laughed. So I did the same to her. “Food fight!” she yelled. Wow, what a time we had! We did save two muffins to eat.

We then looked around some more and Krissy jumped on an old spring bed that still had a mattress on it. She laid down. “Wow, nice and springy,” she said. “How can you lie there with all those bugs?” I asked. Did she ever jump up fast! “I do not see any bugs,” she said. “Neither do I, but there could be,” I said laughing. She went back to like down.

Male American Goldfinch looking at me.

“Tickle fight!” I yelled and began tickling her. Krissy was very ticklish. Unfortunately, so was I. And she knew it. I lost that fight, I am just too ticklish. Sigh. It had gotten cloudy and now began to rain. A lot. So we decided to leave. I did want to check the attic, but when Krissy saw the old ladder I was going to use she said no to that idea.

Actually she pushed the ladder down and stood on it so I could not use it. Sigh. Anyway, off we went and made it back home early for a change, usually we were late. That is all for todays story, I hope you enjoyed something a little light and humorous. Have a great weekend everyone and God bless!

Steve and Muffin.

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