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Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Siblings


Three little boys were playing around the cul-de-sac here in Camper’s Village.
All three were armed with swords—or variations on a theme.
Their play had ranged through the trees, behind the neighbour’s RV, past the water spigot, through the bathrooms, over the garbage receptacles and ‘not too far now, Amos!’ into the woods that surrounded us.
Over gravelled street, flagged guy rope, thickly-needled path and grassy knoll.
It was this last in which they came to grief.
The three had just achieved their goal—the very tiptop of the evil king’s castle—and were ready to proclaim their justly-deserved triumph when one bumped the other (who knows how these things start?) and the smallest one fell backward onto his little sturdily-covered bottom.
He landed on the ground with a thump and a gasped out ‘****!’.
His startled mother provided comfort and then hurried instruction pertaining to appropriate language for appropriate moments.
A short time later, three small squirrels, brother or sisters or a combination of the two were playing in the trees in the cul-de-sac here in Camper’s Village.
All three were armed with shrill voices—or variations on a theme.
Their play ranged through said trees, our campsite, the neighbour’s campsite, the common area, and at least one stand of thick forest grass.
Over outhouse, parked cars, two sleeping dogs, three picnic tables, one startled camper and up the largest tree.
It was this last in which they came to grief.
The three had just achieved their goal—the very tiptop of the greatest tree—and were loudly proclaiming their triumph when one bumped the other (who knows how these things start?) and the smallest one fell backward onto his furry tail.
He landed on the ground with a thump and a gasped out ‘****!’.
His mother appeared in a nearby tree and chittered at him loudly, noises we campers assumed were words of comfort and hurried instruction pertaining to appropriate language for appropriate moments.

This happened exactly as presented here. Both stories.
Doesn’t it just prove the point: In some ways, we’re—all of us—exactly alike?

6 comments:

  1. A big "yes" to that question, and I wish more humans could see it ... what warm and well told stories, Diane!

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  2. YES. An emphatic yes from here too.

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  3. This brought forth a delighted giggle from me. Two completely different mothers doing exactly the same thing for their children :)

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    1. We thought it was such fun! Who needs entertainment when one has neighbours!

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