TravlinBug'z
The Story
OUR STORY
to where it opened into the camp clearing, they heard, “Good Morning,” from Claude. The rest of us came out of our tents. I noticed that there was something different about my Father’s smile and that his eyes seemed to twinkle. When I asked about it, Father said it was because he had fallen and hit his head, but I knew different. “No Good Morning, Father ?” I said. Father stood still and silent. Mother and I
looked at each other.“Hugh, what's the matter ?” Mother asked, with her answer-me voice. Father moved closer, and knelt down next to the pair of trunks that held his and Claude’s work related equipment. He reached into his backpack, and pulled out one of his film jars. All eyes were on Father as both his hands covered the front of the jar. He slowly unscrewed the top of the jar, his hands trembling with excitement.
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THE TALE OF THE TRAVLINBUG'Z, A CONTINUING ADVENTURE...
END OF CHAPTER FOUR
