Just in case you are worried,
Hope is not lost.
She is gone camping.
blog ya Monday,
Have a great long weekend.
and just so I don't get all disappointed when I come back, because I've missed all the blogaction.... I've done a STORY STARTER for y'all. Everyone that wants can add a paragraph or two. Be kind. Entertain yourselves til I get back. Then, entertain me.
It all started, with a turn down the wrong street, and a decrepit little tent trailer with a For Sale sign on it.
Hope leaned back in her lawn chair and glanced around the campsite. The three musketeers, 11 year old boys, were in charge of setting up their sleeping tent. The way they were laughing and rough housing, they maybe sleeping under the stars tonight, she grinned. The Cree princess perched her 4 year old butt on gramma's lap, and swiped a runny nose on Hope's shoulder.
All was well with the world......................................
Your turn
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All was well with the world..... Hope staired off into the fire, and was thinking what could be better then this??? Until suddenly she heard a noise.... She put the cree princess down and stood up.. What could that be she wondered?
Hope took no chances and quickly armed herself with the 12 guage shotgun she had hidden under the bench seat in the trailer. The three boys were paralyzed as they stared, bewildered, at the intimidating site of this Rambo looking "Mountain Momma" complete with a bandoleer of shotgun shells draped diagonally across her lean frame.
Long eery shadows cast by the campfire danced across the dimly lit campsight as Hope put her index finger to her lips. The boys and Princess knew just what she meant and made no attempt to move or speak as Hope, with all the stealth of a Ninja, silently tiptoed through the obstacle course of twigs and leaves and disappeared into the darkness. The boys exchanged frightened glances at one another, wondering what in this giant forbidding wilderness had spooked their "Mountain Momma".
The silence was deafening as a very long minute passed. The crackling of the fire was the only noise for miles. Then, as if simultaneously hit by a jolt of electricity, everyone flinched in fear at the sound of the triple ought buckshot being racked into the chamber of Hope's shotgun...
With a jolt, Hope woke up in her tent, the Cree Princess sleeping peacefully nearby, her beautiful long hair forming a halo around her innocent face.
Hope listened intently, wondering if anything was wrong in their tiny little camp out in the big wilderness.
Nothing.
Nothing but the sound of her family sleeping the exhuasted sleep of those who had set up camp and played in the river too long. Which resulted in a lot of food being eaten, as well as giggling and shouting around the campfire until late at night.
Hope vowed to talk to her husband about those franks n' beans he had made.
**Nice recovery, Gina**
I should have known better.
W3 had me with a gun in my hand, in grave danger. Thanks Gina for bailing me out
I kinda pictured you as a sort of Canuck Commando! I was going to have you suddenly call for the Bear skinning kit you kept in your backpack after shootin' dinner. But I thought it unfair to carry the story too far. You were never in any danger.....Mountain Momma!
lol I have to tell ya Hope when I read what w3 had you doing I about spit out my coffee. I kept looking at the comments every now and then all weekend waiting to see what someone would add to that! I was about ready to sit down and think of something to write when I saw what Gina wrote. She did have a very nice comeback! I was like whew we could not leave you just sitting there as Rambo Canuck commando mama. Roflmbo. Glad you made it home safe!
Thanks Mysti.
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