Monday, December 1, 2014

Sol #4

   My mother, my brother Griffin, and I were going on a walk. It originally would just be Mom and me, but Griffin tagged along. I was leading the expedition, and Mom joked to Griff, "Follow the leader, or you might trip into a sinkhole or wander into a bog!" .  I actually did lead us into a bog. We tried to follow the road to get home. We ended up in an area of trees: somme living, some newly dead, some long-dead and fallen to make bridges on some of the areas we saw.  We came to a grove clear-cut by the beavers. There was a bunch of beaver chips lying around. Mom took some as a souvenir. Later that day, the fire in our old log-cabin stove was dying. Mom tried some chips and the fire went crazy.

     The next day, Mom announced an expedition: Anyone who wanted would follow our path and collect more beaver chips. Things went wrong from the start. Everyone on the expedition seemed to think they were in charge. First, Grandpa suggested his own path into the huge swamp. Then Grandma made people halt for pictures often. We didn't find the grove. An hour and a half in, we turned back. Mom and her brother-in-law Uncle Tim kept going an finally returned with beaver chips.

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