Mr. Dolan’s watershed lake is a favorite fishing spot. He free-heartedly allows us to come and bring friends to fish there. It is a shady peaceful spot. The Parks family visited us last weekend and we all went down to fish.
The crappie and the white perch were biting. Everything went along fine. It was hot that day. Peaceful and quiet and hot. And then it happened. A terrible tragedy!
This is the story I got from the children. They all accidentally fell in. All eight of them! It was a large frightful accident! A big monster came and threw them all in. He looked like this. Yeah! Uglier! He did it! She did it! And someone got a splinter. It was tragic, unbelievable, horrid, wretched!!!!
Oh, it was just awful!
We just barely survived. You believe us, don’t you?
I didn’t even realize that the water was so wet and muddy. Sorry.
We are mostly innocent and not too wet.
It was fun. We’re hungry. Is supper ready? Can we ride home in the van?
The water looked so inviting!
Can we all pile in?
Please. We’ll be good!!!
Not a chance. Ready kids? Start walking!