I took these guys with me to cut cedars the other day. It was quite an adventure.
They were very willing workers. Unfortunately, the cedars in this pasture were quite large. Too large, in fact, for even me to cut, let alone my little helpers.
So the boys found something else to occupy their time…the ditch! What boy doesn’t like to play in a creek? But, Heather, if I’d have known the danger that was lurking in those murky depths, I would never have let your boys play there. In fact, if I’d have known all the escapades that were soon to follow, we might just have stayed home! Oh, who am I kidding. It was the most excitement I’d had in a long time.
Here’s how it all began:
“Aunt Bon, can we play in the ditch?” Ty asked.
“Sure. If you don’t get muddy.”
“How about our boots? Can our boots get muddy?”
“Sure. Your boots can get muddy, just don’t get your jeans all muddy.” (I’m raising a couple boys myself and had a pretty good idea of how this was going to turn out. And I didn’t want to take two mud-balls back to Heather or we would all be in trouble.)
“Okay, Aunt Bon, we won’t get muddy.”
So the boys went to playing in the ditch and I went back to cutting cedars. Luckily, the boys had talked me into letting them take a whistle with them, which I only let them blow outside, so every ten seconds or so I would hear a whistle and know everything was fine.
And then it happened.
Jakey came up to me with fear and trepidation written all over his face.
“What happened?!” I asked.
“Aunt Bon, I got my pants wet.”
“Oh no! I thought you weren’t going to get muddy.”
“I know,” he said breathlessly.
“How did your pants get wet?”
And, Heather, this is where you might want to stop reading. I had no idea!
With wide, heartfelt eyes, Jakey answered, “A shark swam by and spwashed me.”
Now it was my turn to pause. “Oh my. I didn’t know we had sharks in our creeks. You better go show me.”
Holy moly. Who cared about the shark anymore! There was a herd or angry hyenas, water buffalo, and lions chasing us. We had to boogey!
So we flew across the ditch in record time and raced up the hill to the safety of our pickup. We got there just in time to shut out the angry herd of beasts and took off out of the pasture. We thought we had finally made it to safety when, as we were pulling out of the driveway, Jake looked across the road into our neighbor’s pasture and saw a creature that made him squeal with excitement.
There, right before our very eyes, was a round bellied, short tailed hippopotamus! We couldn’t believe our good fortune. What are the odds of seeing so many non-native species in such a short amount of time?
What an adventure!
Oh, I love hanging out with these little squirts. Their imagination is just so vivid and exciting! It really livened up the task of cutting cedars and I think I’ll take them with me again.
Hope you have a great day!