Here comes the train! I should make it to Lake Placid for Halloween. Can’t wait to meet my Aunt Connie and kick my Uncle Johnny’s ... I know that my mom taught never to swear but I’m really ticked off from what Uncle Harry told me. Holy crap, (I meant to say holy cow) this train is going too fast for me to jump on. What am I going to do? I waited until it was about half way passed me and jumped from the bird of paradise bush and started to run alongside of the train. The caboose was coming up fast and I was running as fast as my moccasins would go. I was getting ready to jump and all of a sudden the train put on its brakes. I found this out later why the train put on its brakes? There were some kids putting Indian Head pennies on the tracks. Ha Ha ha Now that was funny. Needless to say, those kids helped me jump on the train. Here is a pic of me hanging on the caboose.
Next stop Lake Placid, Florida. I sat back and got comfortable and munched on some of my Smoked Red Squirrel that I caught earlier. As the train arrived in Lake Placid 4 days later, I had no idea that it was going to stop 437 times and at every town. It was really boring spending all that time on the back of a little red box but that was the price I had to pay to get here. Every time the train stopped, I had to walk to the front of the train and hide and then jump back on when the caboose came by. I don’t know where all of those people were hiding on the train but it was really getting crowded in some of the hiding places. I bet half the people on the train were getting a free ride.
It’s only about 3 miles to their house by how the crow flies from here. I will sleep at the gazebo in the park and cut through all of the orange groves tomorrow morning. I love Oranges, I will only pick what I can eat and put the other three dozen in my pockets.
Here is a pic of me ringing the doorbell at my Aunt and Uncle’s house. I really had to pile up a lot of stuff so I could reach it. I can’t believe that I had all this stuff in my breechclouts. I have no idea why I carry the toilet paper with me, my breechclouts are glued on and I am unable to get them off.
SURPRISE, I yelled when they opened the door. I asked, do you know who I am? Uncle Johnny responded with; of course I do. You are my sister’s kid that Harry threw on top of the roof when we were little. They invited me in and I told them all about my trip so far and what Uncle Harry had told me. I finally found out how I got my name. It was a full moon that night when Uncle Harry hurled me on top of that hot, miserable, blistering, high roof in the middle of the day. That is how I got my name High Moon. I could have died up there but the spirits kept me from getting my eyes plucked out by the birds. The first thing I asked, if they would buy me an airplane ticket to Colorado so I could go back to my Uncle Harry’s house and kick his … They said no that there was other plans if I wanted to join them. I must of closed my eyes and fell asleep because when I woke up it was already the next day. Man, Am I really mad at my Uncle Harry for lying to me about how I got on the roof!