It was a nice spring evening.
He had been fishing with his best buddy.
Then it happened – – – three girls invaded the muddy riverbank.
“Can we fish?” one asked.
The buddy said “Yes.”
He had no idea what his buddy might have been thinking.
The buddy was twelve and the observer was eleven.
To make a short story long I submit the following;
The buddy handed her his pole – – –
she cast it – – –
the top flew off the pole and into the river.
His buddy moaned at the girl.
He moaned at his buddy.
The girls departed.
They caught fish after the girls went home.
Tried smoking corn silk in a corn cob pipe also;
Burned the inside of their mouths.
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