A Watcher in the Woods...

   OK. So, there I was, sitting wet up to my waist (that creek was only about two feet deep), and it was way past five, already. We eat at six around our house. Mom doesn't have many rules (as long as I'm respectful and help her out with things when she needs me) but being home in time for dinner is way important to her. So, I try not to ever break that one. Besides, I have to do all the dishes if I do, and I hate that.

   She also likes to know what I've been up to. Which I can usually skirt around with, "Oh, just hanging out..." and she automatically thinks I've been over at Buddy's place. But if I was to come home wet and muddy, she'd ask some serious questions that I would have to answer. Hey-- I don't lie if anyone comes right out and asks me. It's an honor thing.

   Anyway, I was sitting there thinking about all that when I felt someone watching me. All kinds of things flashed across my mind then. What if some weirdo followed me in here? What if a bear lived in a cave dug into the creek bank (OK, so, he'd have to be a little one) and I demolished part of it when I fell in? Holy cow-- what if there were snakes in this water?

   I gotta admit, that last one froze me with fear, on account of I get the goose-bumps just looking at snakes through glass at the zoo. But in that one split second before I hollered and took off, I locked eyes with who was looking at me...

   That split second changed my life forever. No kidding. But if you want to hear the rest of it, you'll have to come back tomorrow. No, I am not late for dinner. And no, we do not have another patrol activity scheduled for today. It's because C is spying on me, again. I know because I just heard the click of that camera, and she has got it in her brain I'm the next Tarzan, or something. I mean, every time she's got me in her sites, she's taking another picture.

   So, tomorrow,
      W.K.

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