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Hello boys and girls. And a happy father's day to each of you! Looks like it's that time again for my yearly Father's Day entry full of heartwarming tales of fishing and camping and learning to ride a bike. I'll pick up where we left off last year:
"You can't ride a bike over the lake!!" yelled my Dad as I speed towards the dock. I knew that, of course, but there was no other way to get away from The Zombie Bear that was chasing us, of course. Because there is no way to get away from a Zombie Bear, much less THE Zombie Bear. So thinking quickly I concocted a plan using all of the lessons my father had taught me over the camping trip about fishing and bike riding and camping and I guess I made some sort of awesome contraption using the fishing rod, a kerosene lamp, and the gyroscopic effects of my bike to either kill or somehow get away from The Zombie Bear, of course. Then our hearts were really warm.
"Now that was a hair-raising experience" I joked because it was a pun having something to do with whatever I did to The Zombie Bear.
"Yeah," then, of course, joked my Dad, "I guess bikes and fishing do go hand-in-hand", referring to a conversation with The Ranger in the beginning of this tale.
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"You can't ride a bike over the lake!!" yelled my Dad as I speed towards the dock. I knew that, of course, but there was no other way to get away from The Zombie Bear that was chasing us, of course. Because there is no way to get away from a Zombie Bear, much less THE Zombie Bear. So thinking quickly I concocted a plan using all of the lessons my father had taught me over the camping trip about fishing and bike riding and camping and I guess I made some sort of awesome contraption using the fishing rod, a kerosene lamp, and the gyroscopic effects of my bike to either kill or somehow get away from The Zombie Bear, of course. Then our hearts were really warm.
"Now that was a hair-raising experience" I joked because it was a pun having something to do with whatever I did to The Zombie Bear.
"Yeah," then, of course, joked my Dad, "I guess bikes and fishing do go hand-in-hand", referring to a conversation with The Ranger in the beginning of this tale.
The End