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!