(Author’s note: Things have been getting pretty hectic around here, and things have been off kilter. I will try to add new writing on the blog, outside of Friday Fictioneers, but it will take a bit of time to get things moving again. Your patients will be well rewarded. Today’s Friday Fictioneers is here, to whet your appetite.)
by Miles H. Rost
“Ready to go, son?”
“Is it going to be safe?”
“We put it together, it will be.”
They each grabbed a side of the canoe and pushed it out to the lake.
“Alright, son. The canoe is there. Are you ready to get in?”
“I would if I knew where it was.”
“What? It’s right in front–”
Dad turned around, and saw the canoe was no longer there.
“Where did it go?”
“Now, do you know why it sank?”
“Because we didn’t use the right sealant.”
“That’s right. That’s what we will tell Mom. Now, let’s go back to the cabin and watch the Ducks.”
Ha.. maybe watching the ducks is a better thing to do 🙂
It’s what I would do, being an alumni and all.
Good job they didn’t get in!
Hehehe! Lovely story.
haha – they are more concerned about what to say to Mom than the sunk canoe. Nicely done.
Likely because she’s watching something at the cabin herself…XD
Nice! Go Ducks, QuackAttack.
My alma mater! 🙂
Just don’t tell Mom anything… what is it with fathers and sons? Mine were constantly on the “don’t tell Mom, it’s our secret” thing…:)
Us boys gotta have our secret times, too. XD
I have the slight suspicion that it wasn’t by accident that the wrong sealant was used… fun story.
I have a feeling that dad really wanted to watch the ducks anyway. 😀
Hopefully being able to watch the game in peace was worth the price of a canoe. 🙂
It was one of those 5 dollar canoes. Made of Ikea-wood.