I like sticks.
My friend, Timilla has come down and is on the second floor overlooking my entire stick collection.
I am holding a stick with reddish bark that looks like a bazooka.
Currently, I have the red stick, shaped like a bazooka, over my head like I am about to pound it down on somebody's head, but I'm not of course.
Here, I am holding it up above my head like we had just won a battle. VICTORY!!!
In the background, you see a plant pot full of sticks. That is only one small piece of my stick collection.
Saturday, March 03, 2007
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Sam, I hope your friendship with sticks doesn't end now that one bit you. I'm glad to see you're okay though.
You are the bravest kid ever!
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