So, we were sitting around a campfire with friends late at night, talking and enjoying life on a warm spring evening. Suddenly, something quite Large starts crashing through the brush on the other side of the fire. Everyone stops talking, then wonders what it is...and brave ol' me, stands up, wave a large tree branch that had been in my hand, and yells threateningly, "we have sticks!", and we all collapse into hysterical laughing. Yes, so threatening - a tree branch festooned with roasting marshmellows.
Needless to say, whatever creature was lurking never made another sound.
Just thought I'd share.
Needless to say, whatever creature was lurking never made another sound.
Just thought I'd share.
