A father and son were fishing from the bank of the Contoocook River. They dozed off. A fog rolled in. The son woke up, alarmed. “Father,” he said, “We ain’t here no more.”
“Don’t worry, son,” the father said. “We ain’t far from here.”
I love this lttle story. I don’t know why.
Comments
You can follow this conversation by subscribing to the comment feed for this post.