It's that time again! The last Friday of the month is Fractured Fryday Hairy Tails! This month our special inclusion to use is: "It smelled like . . . "
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Some of you have asked how it happened that my dad was able to recover my furever lost Cherry Bomb from "those" neighbors. This is the real life story of the extraction of my beloved Cherry Bomb from enemy territory. In this photo you can see "those" neighbors in their house. They were always looking out the windows so dad knew he had to go in low and slow.
He wore just the right camouflage clothing so he would blend in with the surrounding weedy area. Slowly he crept closer and closer to my Cherry Bomb. He was wearing a special radio so we were in contact during the whole operation. He said he thought he could hear my Cherry Bomb quietly weeping.
When he finally got close enough, he stretched out his arm and with the very tips of his fingertips he was able to reach my Cherry Bomb! I cried out in joy when he radioed me and gave me the 10-8 code indicating Cherry Bomb was back in service! Then, because he had to use his hands and arms to slowly creep back to our yard, he put Cherry Bomb in his mouth. He later said, "It smelled like squirrel turds roasted in the sun and it tasted like it too." But he did it anyway. That's why he is a great dad!
And that is the true story of how my Cherry Bomb came home to me.
Murphy & Cherry Bomb