The Little Flipper

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“No, Tim! No!” Ron hollered as he, and his best friend, flew out of the boat, splashing into the hot ditch near the Sangchris Lake Power Plant like innocent lobsters tossed into a pot of boiling water.

Earlier that day, Ron and Tim had been busy cleaning their boat trailer wheel bearings in our garage in preparation to tie their boats together, watch the sunset, and fish until midnight at the lake.

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Writer of humorous, relatable, personal experience anecdotes and poetry. www.gayellenkick.com

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