Nebraska Wedding Pt. 1
Once I chased a black squirell through a cemetary with three friends who will remain nameless, but reffered to as CM, JS, and CA. It was in Hastings, NE last summer. We were there for a wedding. It was the day of the wedding, and we four groomsmen were bored. We had heard of these misterious black squirells. I did not believe in its existence. I was unconvinced that there was such and animal. The others with me were also as skeptical. So we drove around town looking for the mysterios furry creatures. Then one of my amigos, JS from OK said, "Lets go to the cemetary, there are always squirells there." So off we went. It was very misty outside and slightly cool on that early summer day.
As we drove around the headstones, suddenly a brown fur shot out in front of us followed by the darkest of black fur ever seen by man. The brown creature was of normal stature, but the beast that followed it resembled more of a mutant breed in size. CM who was driving yelled, "There's one, and threw the car into park .All four doors swung open and we took off. I immediately went into a dukes of hazard slide across the hood of the car. JS and CA began running, leaping over tombstones and doing matrix leaps off of trees. CM went to the trunk and retrieved our weapon of choice, a softball. The Mutant rodent had climbed high into the precipice of a great oak, attempting to hide from its would be captors. To know avail he was discovered and the white spherical object hurreled through the air in its direction in an attempt to dethrown the creature. This dark black rodent began leaping from tree to tree, while its puruers continually followed on the ground, unleashing a barraging assault of softball. Every so often a visitor would dirve in to relive memories past, and the four hunters would gather around a tombstone, reliving an imaginary memory of their own. Once the visitors were again absent, the pursuit resumed.
After a lengthy amount of time, the chase ended. The hunters went home emptied handed but full hearted and in the ownership of a lifetime memory.
As we drove around the headstones, suddenly a brown fur shot out in front of us followed by the darkest of black fur ever seen by man. The brown creature was of normal stature, but the beast that followed it resembled more of a mutant breed in size. CM who was driving yelled, "There's one, and threw the car into park .All four doors swung open and we took off. I immediately went into a dukes of hazard slide across the hood of the car. JS and CA began running, leaping over tombstones and doing matrix leaps off of trees. CM went to the trunk and retrieved our weapon of choice, a softball. The Mutant rodent had climbed high into the precipice of a great oak, attempting to hide from its would be captors. To know avail he was discovered and the white spherical object hurreled through the air in its direction in an attempt to dethrown the creature. This dark black rodent began leaping from tree to tree, while its puruers continually followed on the ground, unleashing a barraging assault of softball. Every so often a visitor would dirve in to relive memories past, and the four hunters would gather around a tombstone, reliving an imaginary memory of their own. Once the visitors were again absent, the pursuit resumed.
After a lengthy amount of time, the chase ended. The hunters went home emptied handed but full hearted and in the ownership of a lifetime memory.
posted by Beaty at 4:22 PM
1 Comments:
Great story! JS actually told me I had to had to had to read it (that wasn't my terrets kickin' in- we in the 'biz call that right there "repitition for em-pha'-sis).
I once visited Illinois.
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Oh, there's more. I once visited Illinois (or was it Iowa? All those I states with only 4 houses and miles and miles of nothing run together in my mind for some reason) and while we were there we saw the only- and I mean ONLY- exciting thing in the whole state...ALBINO squirrels. I admit, the thrill was overwhelming. I actually died from excitement that day. Well, I died from excitement like you slid across the hood Dukes of Hazzard style. :)hahahaha. ha.
Hey, so I like your bloggs so much, and when I read them I totally hear your voice in my head. Scary a little, but great because you write like you talk. Want my job? :) You can have it. BUT I want commission.
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