When I saw this week’s photo prompt from Madison Woods http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/ my mind started racing like a heavily sedated sloth on an exercise wheel. Could that be the road less traveled? Nope, the grass is worn down. Is it the path of least resistance? I don’t think so. It looks like an uphill climb. This fat boy would be out of breath before he got to the first bend. Unable to generate even the tiniest spec of genuine creativity, I did what any self-respecting humor writer would do in times of duress.—I stole an idea from a cartoonist. Let’s just say I’m “borrowing” it. He can have it back after you’re done reading.
Marty had been planning this hiking trip for months. He and Judy both loved the outdoors, and their children, Will and Teresa, had finally reached the age where they could run wild in the forest with only limited supervision.
They’d spent a small fortune on gear and supplies only to be confronted by a large bear at the edge of the woods.
The bear rose to his full height, thrust forth a gigantic paw clutching a half-roll of Charmin. He leaned forward and whispered, “Trust me on this . . . you don’t want to go in there right now.”