I knew things were going to be interesting in my class of five-year-olds at church when Brittany came in. She looked like a walking storm cloud. “Is something wrong, Brittany?” I asked. She let out an elongated gasp. “Do I look like a baby to you?” she asked. “No,” I replied. “Why do you ask?”
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Scout camp was going pretty much as usual. Gordy had had an Oreo cookie stolen, and he was sure someone was taking his candy, too. He was determined to find a way to catch the bandit. That was when I suggested that he paint the candy wrappers with red paint.
Gordy stormed out of his tent and marched right over to where I was checking ingredients for Dutch oven cobbler. “I knew it!” he hollered. “I thought it was happening, and now I have proof!” “What?” I asked. “There is a thief here at scout camp,” he replied. “I thought I had things disappearing, and so I set a trap.”
I really love mountain goats. I think they are incredible animals. One of my main hopes on our vacation last year to Glacier National Park was to be able to take a picture of one of these elusive creatures, with a majestic mountain in the background. Little did I know what it would take to make that dream come true.
“Daris, didn’t you grow up on a dairy farm?” he asked. “I sure did,” I replied. “And I had milk cows until recently. How about you?” “I had one once,” Doug replied. “It actually came in quite useful.” He then told me the story. He said that on the Saturday he got off of his honeymoon, his father-in-law showed up. He was driving a truck with a single cow in the back.
Butch was always one to try to show everyone up. There was never an end to what he would brag that he could do. That’s why what he claimed that day didn’t surprise us. “I watched a man walk a tightrope last night on tv,” Butch said, “I could walk a tightrope just as well if I wanted to.”