I love camping, mom, bobby said.
What do you love most about it Bobby? His mom asked.
Well, mom, I love toasting marshmallows around the campfire, singing songs, and hearing uncle pete play his guitar.
His mom smiled. She, too loved to here uncle Pete playing his guitar.
Just then another chorus of a bear went over the mountain started.
Everyone started to clap and sing!
They all had a wale of a time!
Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #175 – This, That, and the Other (fivedotoh.com)
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