March = Rain.
This is the creek across the pasture from our house.
Mark brought the red Radio Flyer (plastic) wagon down to the creek for some fun. He thought it'd be a great idea to hurl the thing down the "rapids" of the creek. (I find it amusing when grown men suddenly come up with ideas that they probably thought of when they were ten). I was game. And since I was wearing Mark's rubber boots, I got to be the one to launch the craft. It was all fun and games until the horse, Princess, noticed a red flying object hurdling towards her and got spooked. Game over.
March = Rain.
This is the creek across the pasture from our house.
Mark brought the red Radio Flyer (plastic) wagon down to the creek for some fun. He thought it'd be a great idea to hurl the thing down the "rapids" of the creek. (I find it amusing when grown men suddenly come up with ideas that they probably thought of when they were ten). I was game. And since I was wearing Mark's rubber boots, I got to be the one to launch the craft. It was all fun and games until the horse, Princess, noticed a red flying object hurdling towards her and got spooked. Game over.
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