Friday, April 28, 2006


"Can you build me a campfire?" she asked her dad.

"Campfire? Woohoo! Do you want some marshmallows too?" Dad asked.

"No, that's fine. I just want to build a campfire."

"Sounds great, Darling! I'll get some fire wood, okay?" Dad said as he walked towards the garage to retrieve some surplus firewood they kept for thier periodic camping excursions.

He grabbed the grill and walked back came back to the tent. He looked at the rocket and smiled, placing the grill next to it.

"Um, Dad," said Veroncia. " I think that's too close to the rocket."

Dad looked up and smiled, "Sorry honey. You're right... Afterall, I wouldn't want you to blast off in a charred spaceship. That could be really dangerous. Ha ha ha."

Veronica let out a faint laugh because Dad obviously thought this whole rocket thing was just child's play.

[To Be Continued]


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Blogger Hilary said...

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