"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Last week my brother Cocoa and that spy want-a-be, Tigg went on a road trip with Dad.
Dad was preparing for another camp out. He had the church van and trailer and was taking a road trip to pick-up some stuff for the weekends camp out.
Thanks Buttons. We enjoyed the hour ride in the van. We played a game on the way. We took turns pointing out the odd shapes of goo on the van's carpet and tried to guess what kind of candy or food it had once been. Dad gave us bonus points if we could guess how long it had been there. Between that game and watching the scenery out the window the trip went quickly.
When we got there, I think dad forgot about us being along at first. He went off and started working with Mr. G. Then later, after mom called and reminded him not to leave us in the vehicle because it was hot. So then he took us in the house.
We were sitting in their living room enjoying the coolness of the house. Pretty soon bears started appearing,
Whoa, Tigg, what's going on there?
I guess some girls just can't resist a bear in uniform. Anyway, we stayed a little longer. The bears just kept on coming.
Hey, she's not a bear! That's Abbey, she is a Japanese Chin. She doesn't bark, at all. She might growl a little, but no bark. She's sweet, but no watch dog. I think all the bears moving about disturbed her nap.
Finally, it was time to go home. But we didn't arrive home empty pawed, heehee, Mrs. G. sent a couple of care packages. Weren't Buttons and Mom surprised?
Yep, I'm not sure which surprised mom more. That I came home acting like a pirate with a sword or the what was in the two big bags?
That's a tough call, you brandishing a the pumpkin knife sword, or the contents of those two big bags.
There were 38 bears and one NOT A BEAR counting the two baby bears in their momma's arms that migrated from Woodstock to our house. I think in the whole lot there are only two or three duplicates to bears already in our hug.
Hey Bob, I noticed some of them have spy bear ears like you.
Well Grr-bye for now,