Today, my sisters had some friends over and they wanted to go boating. We set out in two canoes, my older sister and her friend in one, and my youngest sister and her friend in mine. The girls and I in our canoe were very brave, dashing, and adventurous, and we quickly passed the other ship, which had run aground. The water was nice, the temperature warm, and the whole trip was starting to feel grand when sudden shrieks brought me to my senses.
Apparently, some spiders had sprung from some nearby branches into the other boat. The two girls there were screaming so loud that I was afraid a park ranger might investigate. This went on for quite some time, in which the shipmates in my craft were having a great time laughing at my older sister’s antics.
After this ordeal was over, I decided to take my canoe through what appeared to be tall grass poking out of the water. We gathered an immense speed and shot through, only to stick fast in what was really a thicket of thorns. They grabbed at our clothes and drew blood, but we finally emerged victorious at the other end. Our victory was short, however; enormous spiders (about three inches or longer) had dropped into our ship as we came out. The girls in my boat, though, didn’t scream. They were calm as I stood, picked up each arachnid with my oar, and plunged it into the water. I wasn’t scared at all (really, you’ve got to believe me…). Unfortunately, the other boat decided to follow us. It went through the thorns and stuck, and many more spiders jumped into their boat. The screams re-echoed again throughout the pond. Nobody got bit, though, and the rest of the outing passed smoothly.
If I say I had fun, my sister and her friend will kill me. On the other hand, I can’t say that the experience was altogether unpleasant.
