The Stick Indians
When Shawn was 6
I heard about Indians that throw sticks
Me and my family were all up in the mountains
There was a big lake
I started walking around the lake
I heard my Father state
"Son you watch out for those stick Indians boy"
I yell back "Stick Indians"
So intrigued I wondered back
My Dad begins to tell me a story
About how my Uncle Dean and Aunt Lori
Were there at this same lake
And something came flying out from several of the trees
And it sure wasn't bees
It was sticks being thrown at them he said with a grin
So I was cautious carefully looking around
To see if any sticks were hitting the ground
As again I walked to the other side of the lake
Where a fisherman sat on the bank with his bait
I asked as I approached
"Have you seen any Stick Indians around"
Oh my God I just heard a stick hit the ground
The fisherman couldn't stop laughing he knew my Dad had, had me
So knowing I was fooled I ran all the way back to camp
And began punching my Dad in his arm
The whole camp was in an uproar!
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