Geron Kees

Kelly came up with the original plan, but everyone contributed to it, and it kind of ran away with them. Yep. Joey's idea has merit, I must admit!

Thank you!

I have a son who is currently working on his Master's in biology. Just a little over six years ago, he was a sixteen year-old high school kid. I am a firm believer in the intelligence and pure sneakiness of youth!

Thanks. I'd say 'you ain't seen nuthin' yet', but you probably have! :

My goal with this story was to insert tongue into cheek, and have fun with it. Some of the humor is not very subtle, and some is just stupid. But I meant well!

I can only hope!

Hope so. If it stinks, it's a waste of a perfectly good story!

Well, I don't! And don't tell me!

Someone stepped on a stick buried in the old leaves, and it snapped with what sounded like a rifle shot in the darkness. I froze in mid-step, and Devvy bumped into me, and I heard the others gasp and stop moving. "Sorry," Rich whispered, after a moment of silence. "I can't see where I'm putting my feet. And this damn gas can is heavy." Ahead of us, the lights of Muskrat Hill glowed softly in the night, muted, not nearly as bright as you would expect a town to look at just about midnight.

You are right. It will be a few days!

Thank you. That is the ultimate goal!

You know it! I see those old daguerreotypes and tintypes of men decked out in linen shirts, vests, and heavy coats and pants, and big ties around their necks, and think, "You poor slob! It's ninety-five degrees outside!" The poor women were just as bad off, or even worse, with layers of tight junk to make them 'shapely', and dresses so heavy even Scarlet O'Hara wouldn't have had them in her windows for curtains. Considering the state of deodorant in those days, a summer party must have had the scented handkerchiefs pressed to every female nose, and the men snorting their snuff boxes dry. "I say, my good man, is that your horse I smell?" You know you have reached a fairly modern society when both sexes can dress comfortably for the weather, and no one will be scandalized or offended. But it sure was a long time coming! Thanks for the interest!

Yeah, unless you're a lord or something. Us commoners spit on vengeance, being quite satisfied with simple revenge!

Thanks. Didn't mean to make you wait, but maybe it's more fun that way?

I'm not really deliberately taunting you guys. The story was written as a single tale, and I only cut it into chapters for GA, because a lot of people here seem to want stories presented that way. My own sense of story flow says this tale should be read all at once; but it was a pretty long read for one sitting, well over an hour. So I just had to break it where I could, and hope it would hang together. I put the chapters on a timed release, and the next one will be out at about 6:30 this evening. But GA limits us to two each day, so... Nyah, nyah!

"Can you get a little closer?" I asked, leaning on Joey's shoulder as we watched the view displayed on the screen of his laptop. "I want to make sure they haven't changed anything." "Sure." Joey moved the little joystick, and the drone dropped a little lower, even as Joey zoomed the camera in on the freshly-built grandstand on the front lawn of the Muskrat Hill town hall. It was early morning, just a half-hour after sunrise, and no one was about. But that the Muskrats were getting ready

Thank you. I hope that feeling continues!

Shhh!

Yeah! Um...who are you again?

Well, remember these are teens, and maybe you won't be disappointed. But they did get A's in shop class!

I'd tell you, but what would be the fun in that?

Aww...man! I hope I can live up to this hype stuff!

Awesome comment. Thanks!

Shhh! No embarrassing the author!

I knew such a place in my area as a kid, hidden back in the woods, and a good walk to reach on a warm summer day. But it was well worth the effort. It was truly a wonderful place, and did inspire the imagination.