He wasn’t much of a dog to look at. He knew a lot of tricks but was rather bull-headed and refused to do any of them for us.
A little bit is good, but more is better………Right? Especially when it comes to fire…………..or was that ice cream?
Jumping from the parsonage roof with a homemade parachute couldn’t possibly end badly. Could it?
The flood at the creek nearly drown me. I never told mom what really happened.
The crash of glass was heard as I tried to make it through the door.
That toy truck flew like a rocket when we put the electricity to it. And nearly killed the neighbor doing it.
Playing firefighter in the parsonage got too real when my plan went awry.