Aunt Mavis
I have met the enemy and he is us. Pogo
I was about 3 or 4, camping on the river. I never had time to go to the bathroom so unfortunately I went in my red trunks with a white stripe. Mom had a great idea, she secured them with a rock in the river and we would regroup tomorrow right? Nope! In the morning my favorite trunks were gone. That was a long ride home, especially with an older brother. “I’ll bet a fisherman caught them, ewwww!”
The End.
The End.