Kathy and the Lake Monster

Kathy and the Lake Monster we arrived at last after four hot hours travelling ever northward. in Boda’s old boat, at least that is what we called it, a huge, turquoise blue ford with great swoops of fins on the back. When the doors were opened it was like last day of school we poured out and sweating like an over worked cart horse the hords made straight for water old times movie, desert thirsty, lost racing for an oasis, in our case the lake. Kathy got there first and plunged in gasping at the sudden chill out she bounced all wide awake and feisty which lasted until about the time we reached the front porch. there came a roar, then a squeal. we were a very vocal family. An elongated word spread out over the serene pine forest “LLLEEEAAAACCCCCCHHHHH!!!!!!!” and there it was stuck to her left ankle we all started to laugh until we saw the terror in her eyes. Boda unlocked and disappeared into the cottage. leaving behind a distraught, about to go bonkers young girl bouncing around in the grass stamping her foot desperately trying to shake the thing off. “pull it off”, we chimed at her “no”, she whined back “why”? we chorused standing as far away as possible “BECAUSE ITS TOOOO ICKEY!!!!!!!!!!” just then gramps appeared with a box of salt “sit ,sit he”, repeated as if she were one of his Springers but she sat and he proceeded to pour a load of salt on that creature it started to squirm yuk we all sighed fascinated by its death throws finally it dropped off. no one seemed at all sympathetic for the leach