Chris stopped in Pigeon Forge for a carmel apple. I guess he felt bad about tricking me about the bear. He bought me a little bitty tiny black bear to make up for the fact I didn't see hide nor hair of one.
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
Bears
After our brush with death of driving off of 441 and then meeting Falling Rock up close and personal I layed down in the back seat to rest. Thirty minutes later Chris slams the brakes and yells "here's your bear Marna". I jumped straight up almost into the front seat. There. Was. No. Bear. Disappointed ran threw me. Chris told his mom "I knew that would get her up".
Chris stopped in Pigeon Forge for a carmel apple. I guess he felt bad about tricking me about the bear. He bought me a little bitty tiny black bear to make up for the fact I didn't see hide nor hair of one.
Chris stopped in Pigeon Forge for a carmel apple. I guess he felt bad about tricking me about the bear. He bought me a little bitty tiny black bear to make up for the fact I didn't see hide nor hair of one.
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