 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
”Elder eh?” he asked as the shrunken head he was holding spoke up and agreed with Sachin that Conley was, indeed old and needed to watch out that he didn’t throw out his back tossing him down the lane. ”Shall we make this more exciting and put a bet on it? Say… winner does…” he had to think about it. ”Bathtime for a week, including Duke.” While Duke loved swimming and creeks and mud puddles, the old dog certainly hated bathtime. Bathtime with the kiddos though was always fun.
He leaned over and gave Sachin a kiss. ”For luck, because you’re going to need it.” And with a laugh he got up and chucked the head down the lane. It made a foul-mouthed comment as it bounced and then rolled into the pins knocking down and leaving up three. It wasn’t a bad toss, but the night was still young. The head returned making some sort of comment about how it was rather late for someone Conley’s age to be out and about. Conley picked it back up and tossed it back down the lane, picking up two more pins.
__________________  |