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The Amazing Adventures of Barnacle Butt and McStinky (3)
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| The Amazing Adventures of Barnacle Butt and McStinky (3) |
| 07.08.04 (12:15 pm) [edit] |
The day was warm but overcast. As we neared the waters edge, we noticed how mucky the beach was becoming. Finally, we were getting our feet wet. The horrible mud was squishing disgustingly between our toes and I couldn't stop myself from sinking in it. Seemingly innocent rocks, quietly sitting on the surface of this deceptive goop, cut and scratched our legs as we became mired in it.
When the water was deep enough to dive in, we did just that. It was cold at first, of course, but we quickly adjusted to it.
Being the thrill seeker that I am, I offhandedly suggested swimming across the lake to the light house on the other side. Mcstinky laughed, evidently thinking that it was a joke. So I began to swim away toward it. McStinky was in close persuit. We swam for well over an hour. McStinky, dear as she is to me, has a horrible sense of direction. (Chuckle) She was following the clouds, as she swam on her back, instead of landmarks. She drifted far off course, and although I AM a single mom, I couldn't keep my eyes on her all the time. Periodically, I would stop to make sure she hadn't drowned. I heard nothing. I saw no McStinky floating on the water. And then...Splash! All was well.
I reached the light house and waited there until McStinky was able to join me. I lay on the deck resting, listening to the multitude of different bird calls and reveling in the peacefulness. And then....
The most horrible sound! I knew it wasn't McStinky this time because she was still spashing around in the water. It was almost indescribeable. Like a cow in pain maybe. It drifted to me from somewhere across the lake. I sat up quickly, goosebumps prickling my arms. I didn't know where it was coming from. I couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. But the sound...Almost a moan, wouldn't stop!
McStinky finally reached me and plopped down on the deck beside me. From the haunted look in her eyes, I knew that she had heard it too. We sat there together for a while. Resting our weary limbs and speculating as to the source of the sound. Oh, we had ideas about what it was. But we were wrong. We were so wrong.
Continued later.....
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posted by: McStinky (reply)
post date: 07.08.04 (5:53 pm)
what are you talking aboot? i knew what it was the whole time.
p.s. i'm lying
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