The camping trip made a turn for the worst. Bebe decided to bring a big clump of dirt into the tent, and George hated worms. He woke up to three of them crawling all over his face and screamed for Dad who was outside cooking breakfast. Startled, he ran to see what the matter was, knocking the stove over as he did.
It was woeful enough that breakfast spilled across the ground, but calamity ensued when the propane tank connection snapped. Gas leaked right towards the remaining flames of the cooktop, creating a giant fireball aimed right at the dead tree under which Dad was cooking.
Mom beheld the tree engulfed in flames when she returned with her catch in the canoe. Dad came running down to the water and said, "Millie we need to go!"
"But I just caught our dinner, can't we put it in the ice box first?"
"No time. Leave the fish, ditch the tent, we need to get out of here."
By now half the camp site was in flames. Millie shrugged and dropped the many fish on the ground, leaving them to flounder their way back into the lake. She scooped up Bebe and buckled her in the car while Dad grabbed George, who still had worms on his face, and threw him in the back seat. He'd have to figure his car seat out himself.
With Millie's legs still dangling out of the car, Dad peeled away from the camp site, leaving the roaring fire to take care of clean up.
It was woeful enough that breakfast spilled across the ground, but calamity ensued when the propane tank connection snapped. Gas leaked right towards the remaining flames of the cooktop, creating a giant fireball aimed right at the dead tree under which Dad was cooking.
Mom beheld the tree engulfed in flames when she returned with her catch in the canoe. Dad came running down to the water and said, "Millie we need to go!"
"But I just caught our dinner, can't we put it in the ice box first?"
"No time. Leave the fish, ditch the tent, we need to get out of here."
By now half the camp site was in flames. Millie shrugged and dropped the many fish on the ground, leaving them to flounder their way back into the lake. She scooped up Bebe and buckled her in the car while Dad grabbed George, who still had worms on his face, and threw him in the back seat. He'd have to figure his car seat out himself.
With Millie's legs still dangling out of the car, Dad peeled away from the camp site, leaving the roaring fire to take care of clean up.
"I'm not dealing with that" Dad said, thumbing back to the destruction behind them.
"No way." Millie agreed as she finally got her legs in the car and buckled herself.
"Dad it's in my nose!" George screamed.
"Not right now!" Mom and Dad yelled in unison.
"No way." Millie agreed as she finally got her legs in the car and buckled herself.
"Dad it's in my nose!" George screamed.
"Not right now!" Mom and Dad yelled in unison.
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