B est Friend.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
The young farm lad was playing with his best friend. They rode horses, shot at bad guy's an anything else they deemed an enemy.

Submitted: July 09, 2015

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When: Late 1940's.

Where: Mn farm.

The young farm lad was playing with his best friend. They rode horses, shot at bad guy's an anything else they deemed an enemy. They lobbed explosives at enemy soldiers (mostly pigs with a few chickens thrown in). Of course the explosive's were solid clumps of dirt but they did the trick. Exploding into a small cloud of dust when it landed and he shouted “BOOM”. He had a great time with his best friend even tho he was just 4 yrs old and his brother was too small to come out and play.

With his best friend he would shoot or maybe even spear his imaginary enemy's. Some time's they would ride the “horse” over to a neighbors farm and play with the kid or kids that lived there. Other times they would pretend to catch fish in the creek that ran thru one of the fields. Most of the time the creek had no water so they played in the mud if it was not totally dried up.

Sometimes they got together and rode the young pigs as horses. However the pigs were difficult to catch, ride and steer. Pigs tend to go where ever. Mostly to the mud puddle in the pig pen.

During the summer at night, he left his best friend to fend for himself. He had no store bought toys so he made do with what he could find.

His best friend was a stick.


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