MOTHER..........OH, MOTHER_Fun on the rocks_Blessing In Disguise_Hubert's Pet
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MOTHER..........OH, MOTHER
The sweltering humidity dripped from the broad green leaves of the huge trees that blocked out the sun, yet did nothing to block the heat.Even the cries of the Macaws and the many species of monkeys, seemed tired and worn.A dugout canoe, old, patched and battered.. drifted slowly into shore... None of it's three occupants bothering to paddle...the native guide, Gre'gorycolmantz... a tribal elder from the Wa'syatchoo tribe, still very isolated in the deep Ecuadorian jungle... held his carved wooden paddle in the water, just to steer it to shore.When the canoe slid quietly into the narrow in...
Fun on the rocks
As Lisa sipping her last cup of tea , mark her father prepare ، toaccompany her to the rock-skiing conference that will be held for the first time in the country .Lisa has always liked Western hobbies but she chose this hobby because it is full of adventure, passion and love as well ."Are you ready, Lisa, the conference has only a few minutes left. " Mark, Lisa's father ."yes dad, the conference bubble according to the guide is in the same hotel as our stay ."Lisa ." I actually don't want to miss any Information about her, I don't know this Western hobby I've chosen ." Mark."Oh, Dad!!!!!!!! ...
Blessing In Disguise
The wind was howling like a wolf. Snow beat at the windows savagely. The tired old janitor, Mr. Moreno, was sweeping the grand ballroom slowly and methodically. Even though the marble floors were shinier than the finest jewelry, the janitor had nothing better to do, and he did not wish to return to his shabby little apartment on the other side of town. Plus, it was his responsibility to lock up before leaving, but seeing as the roads were one giant Slip n’ Slide, he decided that he would stay in the building tonwww.onedoor.ccight. He texted his wife, “Can’t make it home tonight. I’ll find somewhere warm to...
Hubert's Pet
Hubert’s PetAlice Moore was perched slightly behind the curtains armed with a pair of binoculars. It was ten in the morning and right on cue Hubert Rainbrough the neighbour who lived across the concession road on the same farm that he had been born and raised walked out of the house with a brown bag clutched in his right hand.“What could he possibly have in that brown bag?”“Why don’t you call him up and ask him that way you won’t lose any sleep over it?” Her husband Ed said behind the morning newspaper. That irritating smirk was there without a doubt.“Oh, Ed, hush n...