Sunday, July 16, 2006

Mountains, Fire, and a Dead Fish Named Carlos

This one is for Tiff.

I feel a weird feeling in my throat. It tastes like brown boogers. The pink medicine is my favorite. I don't like the orange medicine because it tastes horrible. Did you know that the priesthood isn't magic? Magic is not real but priesthood is real power.

WESTON INTERJECTS: I need medicine. I am sick. I get the freestood too.

BRIDGER CONTINUES: We goed fishing and my dadda killed a deer. I was sleeping so I don't remember that. I asked dadda if he went and checked to make sure the deer was ok but he said no. That isn't like a gentleman.

I catched 3 fishes! We just ripped their guts out and cut their heads off and cooked them up. I like eating fish! I like to sit by the fire and tell scary stories like about when Dadda found the spider in Tescas. But I don't like pirates. They are scary and bad guys.

I found a dead fish at fishing. I wonder how he got dead. I named him Carlos.

1 Comments:

At 7:53 AM, Anonymous Steph said...

Dear Bridger,
I am so glad your family is alright. I'm sorry your car and the deer are not okay. Sounds like the fishing part of your trip was fun.
Love ya,
Steph

 

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